crash&burn.

You fat fucking pig. That's right, you. That thing in the mirror you can't een recognize. You swore seven years ago to stop eating, you piece of shit. You didn't keep that promise until three years ago and even then you weren't good at it. You eateateat and pukepukepuke and figure that it's okay then. NO. No wonder no one wants you. No wonder you fail at everything. No wonder you're so ugly. Stop eating and everything will be okay. Stop. If you disappear you can't make mistakes. Keep your fucking promise you fat ass bitch. Everything you have ever done is worthless. Every accomplishment, everything. Every good grade and every drawing, every song and every pretty photograph. Every pound, every purge, every cut. Failure. That's it, cry. Because you can't do anything but cry. You never have. You cried when your mother was being beaten in the next room instead of fucking standing up for her, you selfish little shit. You cried when people needed you. You cried when your mom had to eat nearly nothing to feed you as a kid, as a fat little pudgie you who ate so your mother couldn't. It doesn't matter if you were in poverty, you ate too much and she starved for years! Fat fucking pig. You destroy everything. You cried when Anthony died, instead of standing tall and being strong. You cried when he hit Angel and hid in the cabinet. You cried and cut yourself when people needed you! THEY NEEDED YOU AND YOU CRIED.
Stop eating, pig. Stop eating to take back every little thing you did wrong. You are worthless and ugly and deserve nothing, not even air or food or life. You deserve to die and bleed and starve. I hate you.