the miserable life of a miserable teenager

it’s too chewy.

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it hurts my stomach.

I’ve always been thin,

Now I’m thinner.

I’ve always been picky,

Now I’m pickier.

Not sure when it all turned intentional.

But it did.

And now I’m tired,

Where’d all that energy go?

Down the sink with my dinner.