Hey.

Look closer. Look, look. Have you gained a few pounds? Oh, how sad. Maybe we should eat less now. They'll say you look like a cow. Those thoughts infuriate me. They keep on going, it never ends. When will i be free from this mess? My body feels like jail, when all i have to say about it is that it should change. Wait, it stopped? This is so calm. It seems that only falling asleep the voices will shut up.