I hate just about everything right now. I hate being fat. I hate shopping for clothes and seeing my fat hang all over the place. I hate my life. It’s so boring and I just can’t stand it. I hate having no one to cuddle with. I hate having no one to talk to. I hate loving life one day and having nothing to be happy about the next. I think I’m gonna crawl into bed, cry myself to sleep, and maybe stay in bed forever. I’d be happy with that. But what would make me really happy is if someone would talk to me. Because whenever I try to start the conversation, I feel like I’m annoying. Just another thing to add to the list of hates. Okay bye.