I am so bony. All the other Cushites are worried about me. No one talks to me. No one wants to be my gym buddy. They think I am unwell. They send me from buffet to buffet , filming mukbangs in their name. And as I get better at it they fear for me more and more. I am a victim of my own metabolism. Scrawnquest. I don't even get a real name. Only a purpose. I am capable of so much more and no one sees it. Some days I feel so sick I could puke, but I don't. I never do. Because what would be the point. Not a single person in the entire universe would care. Take it to your grave.