Ughhhhhhh I hate working out. The results are worth it. People still call me fat, I'm still unhappy with my image, and I end up killing myself and then throwing up my dinner (and tonight was King Neptune Night!). I don't know why I do it. Wait, that's a lie, I do know why. For the purpose of vanity. I don't want to be like those 4 girls sitting by me at dinner tonight. I'm sure they were lovely girls, but I bet very few people were looking at these girls as anything more than overweight freaks. I don't want to be that. It'd be a lot simpler if people weren't so worried about outward appearance, but I guess that's the world we live in. Fat is bad and thin is in.
Fuck this shit!
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