We don’t have any money and we don’t have much food.
Together my mom and I have forty-nine bucks. She doesn’t get paid till the thirtieth and the manager at McDonald’s needs to return my calls about getting into and orientation. I’m secretly glad we don’t have either because I plan on eating nothing but baby carrots for the foreseeable future. Four carrots three times a day, after which I’ll do thirty sit ups and thirty windmills. I might go for bike rides every now and then as well. I’m just doing this so I can lose about twenty or twenty five pounds. I’m not anorexic or anything, I don’t want to drop to an unhealthy weight, I’m just going to force a quick rapid drop while keeping my metabolism up so I can lose the weight and keep it off.
I know this isn’t the healthiest thing but honestly I sorta like the pain my stomach’s in right now, it’s a constant reminder that I’m alive. Along with that it keeps me from just falling asleep and never waking up because pain is something you don’t experience when you’re dreaming. I know this isn’t the smartest thing but it’s me making the best of a shitty hand.
I just want to be loved. That’s what it keeps coming back to. A few decades ago girls wanted guys with muscles. Now it’s all about those skinny toned guys. I don’t want to be a skeleton, just at a healthy level so that whenever I talk to a girl she won’t write me off as a guy who would have been perfect if not for the spare tire. No matter what all of the girls in the past have said I know that’s the reason no girl to date has accepted my offers to take them out.
If skinny’s what they want skinny’s what they’re gonna get.
