My stomach
I hate my stomach. It makes me feel miserable when it wants food. Which makes me eat. Then I’ll get fat and cant fit in my clothes. Then I’ll have to spend a fortune to get some new clothes. Then at the end of the months, my mum will give me some lectures on the credit card bills.
The cycle repeats and I’ll eventually get disowned by my mum and die young, fat and miserable.
Oh. How I hate my stomach.

