Maybe i’d like it better if you plundged a knife into me over and over again rather than forcing food down my throat. At least the stabbing wouldn’t make me gain weight; if you think about it the loss of blood will make me weigh less. Intriguing thoughts deferred me from my orginal argument. Like I was saying stop with the constant shoving of the very dreadful fattening food. I can’t take it anymore. You’re causing the self-hatred to boil over. How much more do you really think I can I handle? The constant pressure from everyone, mainly me. How can I look perfect if I weigh a ton?! So stop your dictatorship and end the massive food intake. You’re going to make me snap. Just let me be me.