(REMEMBER, DEAR. NOTHING TASTES AS GOOD AS SKINNY FEELS. IT'S RULE NUMBER ONE
REMEMBER THAT EVERY TIME SOMEONE PUSHES YOU TO EAT, REMEMBER HOW THAT DISGUSTING SLUGE SETTLES
INTO YOUR FAT, OVER BLOATED STOMACH
AND SPREADS AROUND LIKE A DAMN CANCER. CHUBBY BOY, AREN'T YOU?
YOU WANT HER LOVE, CORRECT? YOU WANT HER TO ADMIRE YOU?
DON'T EAT.)
i feel shaky, my hands grasping this four-walled narrowed locked cell.
or a bathroom.
the toilet held today's lunch special, where it belongs.
(IF YOU JUST LISTENED ONCE,
THIS WOULDN'T BE THE CASE, NOW WOULD IT?)