that buzzing noise the amp made without my consent.

my metabolism rate is bipolar.as of my weight,it's just stupid.my timid soul lacks the timid body it deserves.for all is too big for my own personal preference.funny how everyone around you seem to look like stick figures while you curve yourself into a shape that makes being nude feels like a whore.anyway,my hands shake due to a slow beat of a song i carefully composed out of 2 chords and a bunch of pathetic lines about a depressed rotting young woman.i miss the bitter after taste one get from smoking staled cigarettes.and i certainly miss my boyfriend.