...to have an experience so wonderful but only for fleeting moments... then to long for it again forever... knowing... it will always be just out of reach.
*sigh*
...and kill me if my weight ever gets over 300 pounds.
At that point, there would be no hope for me unless I quit working, eating, sleeping and living and just ran on a treadmill all the time.
Working in hospitals, man I see it all. The constant variety of the world of... humans. The fat, the thin, the old, the young...
I can't stop from getting old.
Sometimes accidents happen, or you get sick and need treatment...
But... if I ever let myself go to the point of being THAT obese... just kill me. I wouldn't be able to live like that.
I thank you in advance.
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