Well, I’m getting fat again.That much is certain. I don’t know how to go about dealing with this without falling back into starving myself and tearing my body up though…. I really really don’t wanna be fat. I dunno. I don’t even have anybody to talk to about this. Nobody gets it, and everyone I try to say anything to they either scoff it off like “You know what fat people like me hate most? When skinny people complain about being fat!” or “Dude, you’re a dude,.. what’s the big deal? Just come work out with meh, bra..” Faaaaccckkk!!! It’s not that simple, and I’m NOT skinny. I used to be. I remember what I have looked like. I have pictures of those times. It wasn’t even that long ago….
The title track off my new album: The Tightrope Walking Man. Check out Danny Echo on facebook, bandcamp,and follow me on soundcloud for updates and demos! I’m a weirdo, you’ve been warned.
Nobody gets it, and when somebody finally does, they’re too fucked up themselves to be able to help. I can’t even have a normal fucking relationship because I can’t talk about this shit, and then when some bitch forces me to talk about it to her, she can’t fucking handle it and she hates herself, she hates me and she wishes she never met me. Go life. Fuck my creator for making me this way. Fuck my trip, I want on somebody else’s.
Getting fat all over again….. God damn it. I’ve gotten this far, nine months or so since my last total mind fuck, and now this. Nine months of trying to live a normal life and actually doing okay and eating and what does it get me? It gets me fat. It’s a fucking double edged sword, if I eat, I get fat, so I starve. If I work out, I get competitive with myself and so I starve….. God fucking help me…