September 13, 2006
Dear fat, I am sorry for all the abuse I put you through, I would appreciate if you kindly went away on your own, but I know that you probably have your reasons for staying. I don't hate you, not anymore. I haven't reached the point at which I would say that I like you, but I don't hate you. I look at you, I observe you, I wish you were not there I am not going to lie, but I don't hate you. Simply because that would be hating me too and I should really be doing something better.