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Food

I hate you
I�ve said it so many times, I think some days I might lose count.
I hate the way you make me feel, and I hate how empty I become when I eat.
I hate all the trouble you�ve caused me, and I hate when you used to slither your way up my throat in the midst of the night, hidden behind running steam showers and war cry Metallica playlists.

I hate that I have to consume you in the first place, and I hate you even more when I realize that my dinner is above a thousand calories.
I hate what you�ve turned me into, because I was never this bad in the first place, but you have ruined me, and turned me into this starving creature, something I never was before you happened to me.

I hate you
I have said it so many times, so much that I sometimes think my tongue will grow withered and tired of speaking the hatred that rolls off of it when you are hurting me. Except that you are always fucking hurting me.

I hate you
I hate that I need you in the first place, and I hate that everyone always assumes that I am still hungry, when in reality some days it is as if I have to force myself to consume you in the first place. I hate that you�ve stolen any good I�d had and turned it into something else, something painful.
I hate you because you make me hate myself.