A letter.
Dear body,
What the fuck is your problem?
I do not appreciate this at all you know.
I do not like that every three hours I get hunger pains so intense I feel sick and rather faint. It does not improve my day. Today was better than yesterday, yes, thank you. But there better be some significant improvement tomorrow or I'll start panicking that I'm pregnant or mortally ill or something.
I do not wish to eat the amount of food you seem to believe I require. I have never eaten the amount of food you seem to believe I require. And having to eat every three hours or fall over from 'starvation' is a fekking pain I can do without.
love and arsenic, bitch,
me
xxx
What the fuck is your problem?
I do not appreciate this at all you know.
I do not like that every three hours I get hunger pains so intense I feel sick and rather faint. It does not improve my day. Today was better than yesterday, yes, thank you. But there better be some significant improvement tomorrow or I'll start panicking that I'm pregnant or mortally ill or something.
I do not wish to eat the amount of food you seem to believe I require. I have never eaten the amount of food you seem to believe I require. And having to eat every three hours or fall over from 'starvation' is a fekking pain I can do without.
love and arsenic, bitch,
me
xxx