Mildly upsetting ComiCS

  do i consume to survive? or because i am bored? is it wrong to derive such pleasure from taking snacks? chips from the closet, cookies under the bed, pasta in the basement, burgers in my head. i eat and i do so. angry, bored,... sad....i eat the feelings away and the food has me feeling glad. cheese and crackers are a favorite there is no denying that. calories calories making me so so fat!

 His fingers are weiners, His name is Stephen. He had 2 different pairs of socks on his feet at all times but never is seen with shoes, his fingers are dongs, His name is Stephen. He never likes to wear anything but a pair of biking shorts, oddly and sickeningly colored green, his fingers are cocks, his name is Stephen. He speaks with a slow and purposeful deep Georgian tones, you can feel the sweet ice tea and sweet succulent peaches enter your mind as he speaks to you. His fingers are willy's, his name is Stephen.

  I'm sorry i couldn't get enough feed for you Mousey.... i tried so hard but the pet store didn't have enough! i really tried Mousey! your such a good boy....your such a BIG boy, you deserve more then i can give you. I've given you everything, food, water....my parents....my friends....how in hell can you be so HUNGRY. you've eaten everything and everyone i've ever wanted and loved in my life....the only thing i havent given you yet....IS my life...... I'd do it too, all for you Mousey. What's that mousey? your hungry again.....ok buddy.... i got one more piece of food i can give you..... open wide buddy....its not much but its all i have left.....

red looking sus  

 homi homi

 Stupid cunt Karen told me to put out my cig, fuckin bitch cant have shit in Detroit.

 Ken eats my cereal, every, fucking, morning. doesn't matter the kind, or the milk, or the grams of sugar per serving. He always eat my Goddamn cereal. He isn't even employed! He pays his portion of rent with his SSI because he has "anxiety driven PTSD" from working on School bus and that somehow counts him in as a leech off the underbelly of this whole fuckin system!!! meanwhile I work at Staples taking double shifts and working OVERTIME just so his greedy, broken, bleached white maw can shovel in as much of MY Cinnamon toast crunch as can humanly be fit on a spoonful. All he does is watch Markiplier videos and slap his thighs together and laughs at his tablet while eating copious amounts of MY FUCKING CEREAL!!! he GETS SPITTLE AND CINNAMON DUST EVERY - FUCKING -WHERE AND DOESNT BOTHER TO WIPE IT UP!!!..... i might be a little to harsh on him though....he is probably autistic.... yep i hear my little pony coming from his room.....definitely autistic.

 Literally woke up laughing thinking about this image, I suffer now so shall you. Also first post yay.