It does not matter
To those assholes who’re making sure that I don’t feel good at all. Who the fuck are you to come and tell me how to be or feel?
You don’t know me. You don’t give a shit about me. All you care about is finding a way to tell me that I am fat and that I am going to die because of my fatness soon. According to you, I won’t die of poverty, loneliness or by simply giving up on live. I will die because I am fat. According to you, I am fat therefore I should feel bad. Well, no. I honestly don’t give a shit about people like that. When they reblog me or leave their shitty comments I feel nothing. I am glad that I’ve reached this place. Assholes with false concern don’t matter to me anymore. All they want to do is aggressively advertise that I am disgusting. Too bad it doesn’t pierce me as much as they prayed it does. To them
It does’t matter that I have a bad job, because all it comes down to is that I am fat.
It doesn't matter that I am in a terrible place emotionally and psychologically because all it comes down to is that I am fat and don’t deserve to feel better.
I am immune to you poison, you venomous snakes. So why don’t you bit your own tail and fuck out of my life.
