you know you've gone crazy when you write a love letter to your fats
2011-01-28 2:12 a.m.
dearest kilograms of flesh still hanging onto my skeleton.
WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME????
what have i done to deserve this?!
have i not treated you well? have i not pigged out enough? have i not ingested enough deep-fried sugary unhealthy trans-fat-saturated foods?
(where are said ingested foods going to anyway??? my hair?)
and now of all times when i need you, you decide to pack up and leave?
yes i know i put a lot of stress on you (especially recently what with brenda's discovery of The Horrendous Exercise). BUT DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND - THATS TO TURN YOU INTO MUSCLE AND NOT TO CHASE YOU AWAY.
will you only return when i go crazy with depression and dont dance, � la exam period?
is that what it takes to get you back?
dont make me choose between the two of you!!
it doesnt have to be this way.
i will eat more, ok?! if kfc and mcdonalds STILL dont work then i will enlist the help of subway taco bell wendy's pizza hut long john silver's old chang kee, anything!!
JUST COME BACK TO ME.
