I don't know why

I'm really fucking cranky all of a sudden. Why? Why?? Because I'm fat and none of my clothes fit. Because JRB had to go out and buy a stupid DQ cake, which is, like, my favourite thing ever. Not really, but I do love them and they're my favourite thing in this apartment right now. I'm so sick of thinking about this, so sick of being bothered by it. Then, of course, I could say 'fuck it, I'll just stay fat' but that's not an option either because we don't have any shitting money. See? Top three topics, one paragraph. Fuck.