What Is Bugging Me

I got on a scale last night, very carefully. This is something that I SHOULD NOT have done.

Thanks to the fucking moron bitch who can't see a pedestrian crossing the street, I have put on somewhere from 15 -20 pounds!

I wish her fatness...

NO! I wish her DEATH!
I do not forgive her for fucking up my life and I NEVER WILL!
I hope that she rots in HELL, because that is what I have felt like I was doing ever since this happened to me. I am tired of pretending to be nice. No amount of money can make up for what has been taken from me. I want to see her suffer...

Oh, I am certain that there is more than just the weight gain playing into this, but it was the last straw.

I am a vain creature. I have always prided myself on my youthful appearence and attitude. This experience has left me feeling stripped of that, leaving me wanting to do nothing more than see how far I can skink into the depths of my many addictions...

Give me alcohol, someone
PLEASE!