Why do my days and nights of late consist of misanthropy? Be weary enduring humanity, I long to eat such foods contrived from the greedy hand of human genius; candy, chips, cheese and oh the list sinks to the vain depths of my hungry stomach. I am faint with hunger, my body betrays me with its ailments. Never will it side with its inhabitant to conquer this lowly thing called hunger. I continue upon my struggle to be as fit and thin as those pretty girls around me, but alas I fail. Still, I do not reach that line of beauty. Now, as I sit before this computer my sweat runs cold and I feel dizzy with lack of food. But I shall persist, until my body is weak but thin. As this body betrayed me so too shall I betray the body that has so done me wrong! Suffer body, for as you have caused me this pain, I shall overcome weaknesses of the flesh and suffer you shall for the rest of your putrid life.
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