So SUE ME!
oh well paola the fat ass likes to eat 3 times a day.
and please call the police because it's 1:12 in the afternoon and not only hasn't she eaten all day but well she's hungry.
it's bad enough every time she breastfeeds she gets a little hungry but she has to breastfeed while she's starving.
oh well paola is a fat ass that complains.. she doesn't want fast food she wants real food.. and she wants it 3 times a day.
i've begun hating the weekends.. again.
secretly hating everyone who gets to take a break from work.. gets to go out. woot woot it's saturday..behind door number one there is 3 loads of laundry.. behind door number two is.. set the dishes to wash.. behind door number three is .. starve to fucking death while a huge baby sucks every last nourishment inside of you. i'll take the fire escape.
days like these make me want to lay down on the carpet and cry. instead of crying on the couch on the bed and in the shower. i just want to crawl over to my moms house and eat her nasty ass food my body longs for.
i fight within myself.. part of me thinks.. it's good to be so hungry your head hurts.. you need to lose weight but the other part of me doesn't want to get anemia again from feeding a baby and not having anything to nourish myself.
"oh well.. that's just life.. life is hard."
time to grow up paola and face the donkey kongas on gorilla. maybe the weekend will pass soon and i'll get to look forward to monday.. dusting and cleaning the floor day.
and please call the police because it's 1:12 in the afternoon and not only hasn't she eaten all day but well she's hungry.
it's bad enough every time she breastfeeds she gets a little hungry but she has to breastfeed while she's starving.
oh well paola is a fat ass that complains.. she doesn't want fast food she wants real food.. and she wants it 3 times a day.
i've begun hating the weekends.. again.
secretly hating everyone who gets to take a break from work.. gets to go out. woot woot it's saturday..behind door number one there is 3 loads of laundry.. behind door number two is.. set the dishes to wash.. behind door number three is .. starve to fucking death while a huge baby sucks every last nourishment inside of you. i'll take the fire escape.
days like these make me want to lay down on the carpet and cry. instead of crying on the couch on the bed and in the shower. i just want to crawl over to my moms house and eat her nasty ass food my body longs for.
i fight within myself.. part of me thinks.. it's good to be so hungry your head hurts.. you need to lose weight but the other part of me doesn't want to get anemia again from feeding a baby and not having anything to nourish myself.
"oh well.. that's just life.. life is hard."
time to grow up paola and face the donkey kongas on gorilla. maybe the weekend will pass soon and i'll get to look forward to monday.. dusting and cleaning the floor day.