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I hate eating I honestly do. It makes me fat, it's all the food. It's my only friend, or enemy? I eat it because it listens to me. Is it that, or the fact that I eat my feelings out? And now, I'm gaining weight. Pound by pound. I disgust myself, and even my dad. I'm such a failure, look I'm so fat. My family repeating those words "Are you eating again?" Then I look at the food, and realize . This is just the beginning.
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
Is Food My Friend?
I hate eating I honestly do. It makes me fat, it's all the food. It's my only friend, or enemy? I eat it because it listens to me. Is it that, or the fact that I eat my feelings out? And now, I'm gaining weight. Pound by pound. I disgust myself, and even my dad. I'm such a failure, look I'm so fat. My family repeating those words "Are you eating again?" Then I look at the food, and realize . This is just the beginning.
I literally wrote this in 4 minutes.
Frozensoul
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC
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