Dear Plate,

How frustrated I get with having to make something to put on you and then eat the substance. I often imagine lobbing you across the room, shattering you into tiny pieces- get rid! get rid!
I can't stand you.

Not only am I repulsed by myself and eating but food is just not necessary! I don't NEED to fill you up and scrape you clean; yes nature, doctors, everyone says I should to stay alive (just like the rest of the population) but I know it's not really true until you're at deaths door and then I might bother.
They just like enforcing the 'rule' on me. I wish people would just stop pressuring me and moaning at me to get up and make dinner, lunch... and all the rest of it... I don't want to, therefore I can't be bothered to, therefore it ain't going to happen unless its my way!

I was doing really well with the new plan I made but now I feel like progress is miles away. I'm so frustrated. How I wish you and me could be friends, the only way that would happen though is if you were empty- full stop- but its not like that happens often any more...