I feel disgusting. Since summer began I've put on so much weight and I hate myself for it. I've been told gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins. I get bored, so I eat. I get depressed, so I eat. I get lonely, so I eat. What did I expect to happen? This eating was not intentional. Neither was the weight I've gained. I feel bloated and fat and just shameful. You say you love me anyways and that outward appearances don't matter to you, but I can't seem to find it in me to even tolerate me. I hate myself so how could I ever expect you to love me?
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RandomA collection of my thoughts whether they be sad, happy, or any emotion in between. I am going to include different things I'm thinking about including quotes and questions. I would love interactions about your views. Feel free to share your thoughts...
