O Evil Demonic One who calls me every morning.
Calling me out of a perfect slumber under warm and cozy blankets that cloak me from the fridge tempatures.
Dragging me from my dreams.
I ask for 5 more minutes and you DENY me. Why cruel heinous One?
"For Beauty", you say. Or Vanity whichever way you want to see it.
To be able to look in the mirror and see the size and shape I want.
I get up and get out, knowing full well you will only show me pain.
I am a true masochist.
I will one day learn to embrace you more fondly then I do on this date.
I hope that day is soon.
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