I feel sick.
Sick of myself.
Sick of my life.
Sick because I just ate so much ice cream
and I haven't worked out in weeks.
Sick because of my obsessions.
Boys. Television. Sleep.
Sick because I am alone.
Completely and utterly sick.


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