Well, lets get to the point. I have Bronchitis, I got it from my mom smoking too many cigarettes. I also have asthma, born into it I guess. I get earaches every month.
Let's get to my family. My mom is a smoke-a-holic
She probably smoked while you were in the womb and you got some of the side effects from her handicapped, selfish ass (same reason you have bronchitis). So essentially, she's the cause for your medical problems for being a dumb cunt.
I absolutely hate mothers who smoke or drink while pregnant, that is the most irresponsible, dimwitted, stupid goddamn thing.
I don't believe that, I believe people like me and Hugums are fat because we like food. That is just the sickness in my life.
It takes a real man to admit that it's not some disease or "metabolism" that makes them fat, and I give you credit for that.
He is constantly beating me, giving me bruses and scratching me.
Kick his ass, earn some brownie points.
Start working out regularly. You'll lose weight, gain muscle, and overall become healthier. The endorphins released during the workouts will also make you a lot happier in your day-to-day life. You can find decent workout schedules online too.
Finally, my more recent life in a nutshell;
I live in a white, middle to high class subdivision of rural Michigan. My dad has a solid job, and a steady income. My mother as well. My mother always raised me to form my own beliefs about anything, so we get into debates often. My problems aren't physical, they're mental. If they were physical I might have handled them better. You see, I spent 2 years pining over this girl. Blah blah I talked to her for a while, then told her I liked her and was shot down. This was only last year, but due to this and other following events, I've changed dramatically.
Anyway, throughout 10th and 11th I was constantly depressed. I contemplated Self Delete all the time. Just last week I legitimately wanted to die, but I'm not going to post the reasoning, it's arduous to explain. Then, one day (last Thursday), I just snapped. I cried all day and tried to figure out the best way to kill myself. As I was lying in bed around 11 PM, still crying since the morning,I received a call from my girlfriend, whom knew I had been sad all day. We talked for an hour, and when we hung up, I felt happy. The next day, I don't know why, but everything fell together. I started doing my work, I didn't want to die, I became so optimistic and happy, it was the weirdest thing I've ever experienced.
