When I grow up, I want to be a Peanut Butter

creamy or chunky my hydrogenated oil will surface.

When I grow up, butterflies will always flutter

in my stomach during my bulimic phase.

When I grow up, Skippy or Peter Pan it doesn't matter

as long I have the peanuts in my face.

When I grow up, serve my pills on the platter

because 50kg is a living disgrace.

This is the only thing I eat if I ever eat now. I'm so upset my holiday is cancelled. I want to get air-sick!!! That's all I want!! Okay and nice beaches. And hardcore mad shopping. Can't wait for my exams to end. Hit the gym every single day and look like coked Lindsay Lohan. Figuratively speaking I don't have a figure so go figure I don't know what I'm talking about pardon me I'm really upset about my holiday I can't spell Stupid without U.