she's deep inside of me,
constantly craving attention,
constantly creating a debt that i cannot afford.

she must be pampered,
and the more she is pampered the fatter and uglier she gets.
yet i still need to satisfy her.

when i don't treat her right,
she physically hurts me.
i can't walk or even sit withing wincing.

i hate her,
i can't live without her.

i hate my stomach.