How many times are you going to tell me Henry is going to leave me for some skinny younger beautiful shiny warm bag?
What happens if he does, you can say see, told you so, no one could love a fat fuck like you?
We’ve been together since we’re kids, now we are old and we have fucked through bad and good, through young and fat, through grief and birth.
I am an old fat piece of shit now and I get it anytime I want.
You haven’t got any. You are skinny and hardworking and smart and good looking but you don’t know how to accept or love others. You put people down in guise of helping but it’s not helpful. Its hurtful and mean and hateful