I KNOW.

I know I'm fat okay. I know. I know I'm getting broader I know my thighs are fatter i know.
You think I don't try? I almost never eat lunch. My recess is a fucking pau. My dinners are half the size it used to be. I do everything. I exercise, I diet. EVERYTHING. I vomit too. But it's not fucking working.
Tell me to exercise more?! I THOUGHT IM GETTING BROADER. Tell me to eat better and to get rid of all the junk I eat? I haven't had even a can of soft drink in months. And the only time I've been eating sweets was valentines day.
I know I'm ugly. I know I'm fat. I know I have bad hair. I know I can be a bitch okay. I KNOW.
But no matter how much I try to fix these things, nothing changes. NOTHING. So I'm not one of those fuckers who sit down and complain about how miserable their life is. I'm not that pathetic. I'm trying my best. But when nothing happens and nothing changes how the fuck do you expect me to feel?
Don't have to remind me okay. I know how fucked up I am.
I fucking know.