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dear annonymous person who likes to make people feel fat,
thank you very much for making me feel like a fat turd. I don't exactly know how i fit in my pants either , since they are skin tight, practically pianted on. Sometimes, i have to have my mom sew them together, but you'll be gald to know that with my fat jeans i only have to lay on the bed and pull them up with an elaborate system of pullies and levers to get them over my huge thighs and ginourmous butt. i'm sorry that you lead such a sad abnormal pathetic life that you have to talk about me to other people, and I'm sorry if I offended you with my jeans, because im such a SKANK and love to enhance my tremendous beauty with jeans so tight they make my legs tingle.
fatfully yours, lauren
ps- im not really sorry. i hope you choke on a donut one day and die.
dear person who tells people when they have been talked about-
I'm sure that when you told me that little story, you thought i'd enjoy it. and im sure that " they didnt mean it like that." Of course they didnt mean i was fat and i wear jeans that are to small, or my cloths are offensively tight or anything. of course not, they were only paying me a compliment in the niocest way they know how. and i'm absolutely postivoe that if you " weren't so smart, people wouldnt hate you as much." dont worry, dear, they dont hate you b.c your smart, they have more reasonable reasons.
dear katie- thank you very much for helping me. you always make me feel good and always make me laugh, and i only wish i could be as good a friend as you are. ©
dear shana- i am so sorry i didnt tell you about the essay. i know you say it isnt my fault, but i still kind of feel partially responsible. and thnak you for not getting mad at me or anything when i was in a bad mood, not that you would, but i do that with you sometimes.
dear nora- thank you very much for almost going to kick the befor mentioned's butt. you are a very good best friend and i'm thankful that i have you to vent to.
dear annie- im sorry you missed your bus and that i couldnt help you more.
ps katie, you're wrong. guys AND girls need to be locked away in closet, but never brought out.
sorry evryone about this long abnoxious enrty. but im so ANGST right now. i hate people. i hate girls. Guys- never compain about being a guy. i feel so stupid now and im paranoid that people think i wear cloths that are to tight or somehting. gossiping gets you no where. it doesnt even make you feel good or anything. it just makes the other person feel bad and makes them hate themselves.
this whole situation is really scaring me. im so afraid that i'll fall into old habits but it will be worse this time.
thank you very much for making me feel like a fat turd. I don't exactly know how i fit in my pants either , since they are skin tight, practically pianted on. Sometimes, i have to have my mom sew them together, but you'll be gald to know that with my fat jeans i only have to lay on the bed and pull them up with an elaborate system of pullies and levers to get them over my huge thighs and ginourmous butt. i'm sorry that you lead such a sad abnormal pathetic life that you have to talk about me to other people, and I'm sorry if I offended you with my jeans, because im such a SKANK and love to enhance my tremendous beauty with jeans so tight they make my legs tingle.
fatfully yours, lauren
ps- im not really sorry. i hope you choke on a donut one day and die.
dear person who tells people when they have been talked about-
I'm sure that when you told me that little story, you thought i'd enjoy it. and im sure that " they didnt mean it like that." Of course they didnt mean i was fat and i wear jeans that are to small, or my cloths are offensively tight or anything. of course not, they were only paying me a compliment in the niocest way they know how. and i'm absolutely postivoe that if you " weren't so smart, people wouldnt hate you as much." dont worry, dear, they dont hate you b.c your smart, they have more reasonable reasons.
dear katie- thank you very much for helping me. you always make me feel good and always make me laugh, and i only wish i could be as good a friend as you are. ©
dear shana- i am so sorry i didnt tell you about the essay. i know you say it isnt my fault, but i still kind of feel partially responsible. and thnak you for not getting mad at me or anything when i was in a bad mood, not that you would, but i do that with you sometimes.
dear nora- thank you very much for almost going to kick the befor mentioned's butt. you are a very good best friend and i'm thankful that i have you to vent to.
dear annie- im sorry you missed your bus and that i couldnt help you more.
ps katie, you're wrong. guys AND girls need to be locked away in closet, but never brought out.
sorry evryone about this long abnoxious enrty. but im so ANGST right now. i hate people. i hate girls. Guys- never compain about being a guy. i feel so stupid now and im paranoid that people think i wear cloths that are to tight or somehting. gossiping gets you no where. it doesnt even make you feel good or anything. it just makes the other person feel bad and makes them hate themselves.
this whole situation is really scaring me. im so afraid that i'll fall into old habits but it will be worse this time.