Monologue

What do I like about myself? I don’t know. I like the fact that I am hungry and I cannot think. I just want to eat right now. I hate how my stomach growls in the middle of a freaking quiet class…like what the hell. I hate it so much. It’s because I didn’t eat breakfast and I’m starving. Food makes me happy. I don’t care what I’m writing about because all it says is “food, food, food, hungry, hungry” on my paper. My stomach sounds like the grudge eating a baby or something. Freshman 15, come at me!