Book: Thank God, I'm a VIP!

What's nicer? Calmly eat muffins, pasta, dumplings with potatoes and not poison the meal feeling guilty and thought : "Oh, smash!" Or go evil, hungry, but men, for the most part worthless, unloved and never apollumi, escorted eyes "I would you ***al". For their voluptuous looks to abandon dumpling? But if everything is clear, the dumpling is better than a useless desire of assholes, that's why I these cravings so depend? Why is it so important is their rating? Now they look at me and think "Beefy cow" and the thought of everything inside breaks. But why am I so hurt? Not to be friends with the male principle, not to respect men, and so depends on their ratings... They don't need, but like they need. I don't want them, but I should want certainly. And another strange thing : if they wanted me, me again, sorry - here, all of them would just ***atsya ... Yes even on a freebie. There is a suspicion that all these thoughts appear deep in the subcortex because of the thirst for love. To catch, and suddenly fall in love? Few people can do.