Author: kelsi bones PM
i don't know whats wrong with me this time.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst - Words: 178 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 09-26-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2576702
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sometimes YOU'LL NEVER BE GOOD FOR ANYTHING YOU FAT UGLY SLOB you want to YOU THINK SOMEONE'S EVER GUNNA LOVE YOU? think something YOU ARE THE DEFINITION OF CRAZY CAT LADY! positive, but YOU'RE A WASTE OF FLESH YOU LAZY BITCH all you can AND STOP FUCKING EATING, YOU COULD LIVE OFF YOUR THIGHS FOR A YEAR! hear YOU'RE FUCKING USELESS is the screaming of WHY DON'T YOU DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR LIFE YOU BITCH? your daemons, ALL THAT MONEY THEY SPEND ON YOU BEING SMART? and you want IT'S A FUCKING WASTE, CAUSE YOU'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO SHIT! to block them out, GO EXERCISE, YOU NEED IT YOU FATASS! but you just… YOU'RE A WASTE. JUST ACCEPT THAT. YOU WON'T REACH PERFECTION UNTIL YOU STOP THIS STUPID ASS "EATING". YOU DON'T NEED IT. EAT YOUR FAT YOU WHORE! can't.
AN: if you didn't get it, the normal writing is what i want to think, but the bold capitalized part is the yelling of everything else.