The thing that pisses me off the most is that you're not fat. You're not. You're not even overweight. You're at a healthy weight for your height. Your shirt today was nearly skin tight and literally you make it sound as if you're morbidly obese when you're fine. You're fine. Nothing is wrong with you. On top of that, you tell me you have an eating disorder, constantly bitch about your weight, constantly make fun of yourself and bring yourself down, and instead of working out or eating right you stuff your face in the middle of the night. Do you really think that will help you? I don't know, I've never had an issue with overeating so I don't understand, but you're not really making it easy for my to understand so I can help you. You wont even fucking let me in. Sometimes I'm glad you aren't. One less thing for me to worry about.
I'm tired of worrying about you and getting shit responses in return.
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