Anxiety

It's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.

is it still a joke now?

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )