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I feel like shit. I haven't felt well for days and I don't know why. I know, "go to the doctor"and all that jazz. But I'm at that point where I think if I hear the doctor tell me one more time to lose weight and take my diabetic medicine, I will fucking scream.

Earache: Lose weight
Headache: Lose weight
Flu: Lose weight
Hemorroids: Lose weight
Tired: Take medicine and lose weight
Blurred vision: Take medicine and lose weight

It seems like every illness one could possibly go to the doctor for orginated from being overweight. Sore throat? You betcha'. Doc says it's because the neck is too fat and the ears can't drain properly.

Fuck you, doctor, and all those like you.

Like I said, I feel like shit. I'm not going to the doctor and yes, I'm taking my medicine.

What's wrong? I feel like shit.
Are you taking your medicine? Yes, and I still feel like shit.
Maybe you should see a doctor. Yeah, but my self-esteem is low enough and I don't feel like anyone making me feel worse.
Maybe you should rest. I'm trying but the dishes aren't cleaning themselves.

I REALLY feel like shit.

~E~





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THE HOLLER – The Fear Within – 3F Publications

THE FEAR – Femmes de la Brume – Double Dragon Publishing

CHICKEN – Scary! Holiday Tales to Make You Scream –
Double Dragon Publishing

FOR THE LOVE OF FRIENDSHIP - Tales From the Gorezone - Apartment 42 Publications


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