I ughed loudly, chucking popcorn at my roommates T.V, why didn’t I call It my T.V you ask? Well he brought It from home, and he hated anyone touching It because It was a pretty worn T.V, It had a crack webbing up the screen and okay, I might have had something to do with that…

  2 weeks ago

  I picked up the T.V huffing and puffing like I was going to die, and I could feel the contents Inside my stomach sloshing around. “Hey, can you put your back Into It?” My new roommate said I wasn’t trying, okay maybe he was doing all the heavy lifting but that was no excuse to call out my… Less than fit body.

  I let out a huge wheeze as we finally sat that humongous T.V down, If It wasn’t so pathetic I would’ve colpsed on the floor and asked for a bag of cheetos. He gave me a once over and pulled a towel out of his pocket, and I took It.

  I wiped the sweat off my forehead, It was 50 degrees outside and I was sweating like a hog. God I swore I’d get In shape next week If I was still alive, I’d give up all my junk food and… “Hey, I’m going to go outside, do you mind unpacking for me?” I nodded and he was out the door.

  …Huh?

  …Unpacking?

  I forced myself to stop being hunched over wheezing for air, my knees popped and my back made a slightly concerning noise but oh well. The entire dorm was covered In boxes and… I’d just agreed to unpack them all. But surely he knew I hadn’t really meant that, for fucks sake I was hunched over!

  …Right?

  That’s how I found myself picking up boxes, my arms shook and my legs felt like they were this close to giving out. I made myself a dietary list, sads, tomatoes… I mumbled thinking about the fit body of every model you saw on T.V, just because I wasn’t blessed with any particurly spectacur genes, surely being fit gave me some points.

  I thought of this as I carried a box that said “fragile” on top, I snorted. It wasn’t like I was going to break anything, easy peasy even with my fat fingers I wasn’t that much of a–

  Screw up.

  I fell back Into the T.V and on top of It, I felt a sharp stinging sensation In my back and let out a wail as I squirmed to try to get off of It. When I finally got off, I was staring at the T.V’s flickering body and blood left on a sharp sticking up from the screen.

  …I’m never going on that diet.

  I took out the shard and analyzed It, It was sharp and It’d be quick… I swallowed hard, I’d made attempts like this before but usually someone always stepped In… But maybe this was my sign? My hands shook as I closed my eyes bringing the shard closer to my neck, and then…My phone started ringing, startled I Ignored the growing pain In my back as I took the phone out and said “Hello how can I–” I winced pulling the phone from my ear as shouting filled the other life. “How would you like to get car Insurance today sir?” The scam operator said on the other line.

  “I don’t have a car, nor can I afford one…” I mumbled, and this turned Into a back and forth with this con artist and by time I was done debating socioeconomics with the guy, my roommate came back and cried In horror at his T.V

  I ughed, staring at bart simpson being an Idiot for the fiftieth time, sticking my stubby popcorn cheddar covered fingers In my mouth, yeah I still hadn’t gone on that diet.