I hate your fucking guts! Stop trying to talk to me. "Is everything ok, you have been kind of quiet lately?" ahhhhhh. Why don't you get your lazy fat ass up and go to work...I don't care if you don't have any clients today. Leave me alone! I don't want to eat, so stop telling me what kind of food is in the kitchen. Stop trying to shove food down my throat. You are not my mother, you are a 48 year old loser who is obnoxious. The sound of your footsteps makes me want to vomit...and you have the nerve to judge what I eat....your fat. Your problems are always so much bigger than everyone elses. NEWSFLASH! I do not want to be your friend. All you do is complain...I have my own problems and I don't need it!
Oh P.S. I hate food nightmares....ENOUGH body I get it (your hungry)