food

I hate food,
when the food was in front of me, my stomach was so sad and wanted to cry...

I should not have disliked food, how can people have such complex that one side depends on it and another side hate it so much... how the balance between hate and dependent...just hope they can meet peacefully.

I HATE FOOD... my stomach being tortured now by those things I ate... baby...try to distract your attention to other things, it's a bad habit to vomit once you learned...

When I came downstairs, there was some person behind me which reminds me of my daddy... I am sorry, daddy... I still cannot love food, when I was a baby, you found all ways to make me eat something, take me to the friends you know, and let them praise mine mouth, open and then immediately you put something in my mouth, try to give some nice things as a exchange for me to eat something, even let me throw your expensive watch cause I like to throw your watch by my little hand and then stumbled to pick up and throw again...

I am sorry, daddy... food makes me sad, but I still finish eating, nearly and try not to waste... daddy... I am still the little child, still need spoil...