>>1067999How do i feel?
I've been to the depths of embarrassment.
And still I dig deeper into the Cheetos bag.
I tried to ride a roller coaster in Las Vegas but the safety bar wouldn't latch because of my fat gut..
So my friend and I had to get off, and everyone just loudly laughed at me.
It's not things like that which get to me..
it's not the fact I've long since given up on wiping my ass..
and I now just shower after taking a dump.
It's not the fact I get out of breath just waddling into the grocery store to buy more junk food and spiced rum..
or that my legs have gone all hard and red as fluid builds up because my calves don't pump it back up and I have to wear compression stockings to slow the inevitable gangrenous amputation.
It's not those things..
what really gets me is now all of the normies now stare at me.
I used to be invisible..
I would stare at girls I liked hoping they'd look back but they never did.
I used to be frustrated that no one ever looked at me.
So it's ironic that now I have gotten my wish..
anytime I go anywhere people are starting at me.
I'm a walking freak show.
Often I suddenly stare back at them and they freak out and look away..
probably scared I'm going to eat them.
I have to take 3 different pills to try and control my blood pressure and pre diabetes.
I'm basically boogie2988 but ten years behind him.
He will not survive much longer..
but I still pathetically feel I have a chance..
if only I could walk for five minutes without my back feeling like it's going to explode and my knees crumbling beneath me.
