Eating Makes Me Happy

Today I hate the world.

Don't you love when a person you trust proves you wrong? And then they don't care at all whether you're mad or not. It makes me think I have no real friends...and I want them all to die.

So, I just sit here eating, and eating. I hate that I'm an emotional eater. Someday I'm afraid I'll become huge. Maybe then I could have friends; people that like to be around me because my pitifully depressed and fat self makes them feel better about themselves.

Until then I just cry.