So, I’m sick again for the third time in a month. I’m not dead yet, but seems I’m getting there a little bit each day. Just thought I’d let anyone who cares, know… :(
It doesn’t matter which way we’re lying together, as long as you’re lying with me. I love the warmth of your body against me. You’re like my own personal safety blanket.
As sad as it is, this is my problem. Because anyone who knows me from online thinks I’m one of the best people they know, until they see me. Then suddenly I’m like the plague and they can’t get away from me fast enough. I’m just too fat. Apparently you can’t love or even like fat people.