I'm starting to dislike the sight of food, especially when I'm freaking pissed off like this.
This sounds dangerous to my health, but whatever. Never mind that I'll get gastric pain and end up in the hospital again. I'd rather let all my sorrows fade away by not eating than letting all the foods become fats in my body and be one sad pig.
I'm not eating dinner.
Your heart-stabbing punches.
As if my heart is not torn and abused into million pieces already.
I'm slowly drifting away,
to a place where there is melodious music,
to a place where angels are defined,
to a place where all dreams come true,
to a place where there's only happiness and laughter.