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The phrase seems to be thrown around a lot and it's fair. Some people are just Doomed Eternally. The ones who have the right people around them to build them up. They better fuckin appreciate where they're at.

Feelings are are to find. I think to fight for happiness you'd have had to have it. Because I've honestly forgotten what that is really. I can smile for thank yous and laugh on other cues. But what is it, that they have. I wish we all knew what we were looking at. Otherwise it's not as important to you as it looks to be for others. It only hurts, that's all. Any happy there hurts. It isn't a big deal to hurt. I don't know why others freak if they're wounding up single. To know you'll never see that smile because it was you. You're buried because you let yourself die a thousand times. Every moment now feels like a lie, I don't want to see me either, because it's not me, I know it's not me here. I'm with them, we're laughing and smiling the fk out of one another. Everything in my head comes out with no apologies. "But the other guy seems so good for her, I'm just stuck in my head". She's there, she's open, she knows. "But she'll regret it". The voices are much more convincing as you get older.

I don’t have an issue with my girlfriend being fat. Actually, I have a fat girl fetish. Every time I see a fat girl with giant boobs my hormones spike out of control. Which is the exact reason I started dating my girlfriend in the first place.

Within the last year her she’s just gained too much weight. Like way TOO MUCH!!! She’s 5”4” and 300 pounds, and her knees are constantly hurting because she’s too heavy. I usually don’t like talking to my girlfriends about their weight but I can’t be silent about this situation.

I used to be a paramedic, I’ve seen so many people her size instantly dead from heart attacks. Her own father died from a heart attack from being over weight.

I tried multiple times talking to her about her weight. I’ve tried to work with her and come up with a fitness & diet plan for her. Every time I try she argues with me and makes up dumb excuses. She says “I enjoy eating food, and I don’t have energy to work out”. Last night, I had to talk to her more serious than usual out of concern because I’m really worried. She yelled at me and hung up.

I’ve explained to her that I’m still very attracted to her and that I have lots of fun with her body in the bedroom. And that I’m only wanting her to loose weight because I want her to live, but. No matter how I try to convince her, she’ll just fight back and break down crying. What do I do? Do I just sit here and let her eat herself to death?