Dear Diary: Its 2:13, Ive had NO chocolate. I have taken the miracle meds AND the new hormone Dr. Freddy Kruger put on. I ate the awesome tuna fish for lunch, only almost puking 3 times, but I re-swallowed it because I was starving. I think I am going to die. I am for sure I will not survive this. Perhaps writing my Will is a good choice. I feel for certain I am going to tear the door off the cabinet where the substance from Satan, (the said Reese and Butterfingers discovered earlier) lies calling my name. I hear it...Its saying Maaalliissssaaaaaa....Or perhaps that is just one of the other voices the fat pills the fat dr. put me on created, talking to each other. I have however noticed that I type like a speed demon, am as happy as can be and wish I werent so fat cuz Id go for a run. Well, that is a lie, I have fake knees, walking is in itself a miracle for me. See, another one of those voices playing games on me. To be continued....
Posted on: Thu, 24 Apr 2014 18:23:29 +0000
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