& I asked him, ‘why don’t you join me? I’m sure you can do this diet with me.”
& he looked at me with his glossy eyes as he put a waffle fry covered in ketchup into his mouth. He still had his extra medium fries to finish… Along side with his 12 count chicken nugget meal.
I don’t really understand why I do this , but everytime I throw up I cry for my mother. I mean I don’t know why I’m crying in the first place. Like if their isn’t enough liquids streaming from my body!
But its just second nature to me. Maybe as a kid my mother would clog up my throat & stop the disaster spewing from my mouth. Or she might have even smacked the living gay out of me as I cried like a new born. I don’t know? If that was the case, why would I be crying for in the first place?! Nigga aint gon’ touch me!! Wtf is wrong with me?!
But as I’m simply typing this I am vomitating at work wondering where the fuck my MOTHER is!!