fatty fatty boombalattyI'm going to avoid feelings from now on. Fuck feelings, I'm done with them. I'm going to push them away and pretend they never existed. Feelings are vulnerabilities and when people know your vulnerabilities they have control.
So, no more feelings.
Except this: I'm angry that my Gmail thinks I'm a big fat cow. It's read my emails and concluded that I'm so morbidly obese that I need special equipment to survive in a world made of thin people.
I am so enormous that I need a special toilet seat for my super sized ass.
Thanks for reinforcing every self destructive thought I have about my body, Google.
And yes, I'm just avoiding talking about my real feelings and my little attempted escape from life yesterday.