Guilty

I was feeling so low. I wanted to kill myself. I thought of all the ways to do it, but I've tried them all before, without any success. So, after I did too-few laps at the park, I went home, got out the toaster, and ate 6.fucking.toaster.waffles. with butter and all the fixin's. I feel like killing myself still, because I'm still a fatty. I'm off to the thrift store to sell all my fat clothes. If I get fat, I'll have nothing to wear. How's that for motivation, you fat fuck?