There’s nothing like having people thinner than you tell the world they’re fat. >.< Let me tell you how violently I did not fucking need that right now. I’ve been walking around all day, apologizing for my fucking existence, and trying my best not to burst into tears because folks, the only thing worse than crying, is crying in front of people. The highlight of my day? A pretty little blonde girl smiled shyly and waved in my direction at the Giant. No, no. Not at me. No. Pretty blonde girls do not smile and wave at me. They don’t even see me. Tall males with problems such as severe idiocy, alcoholism, and complete lack of sarcasm or taste; now THEY like me. They fucking love me. Which just proves what I’ve always said: God doesn’t hate me. He just doesn’t like me, either.