Some guy asked advice about harshy insulting a fatty so I said "I hope you suffer from the disgusting consequences of the diabetes you gave yourself.  Think of me when you're legs start to turn blue, then black. That is, before the pus pockets start filling out.  I want you to think of a healthy human body every time you finish a box of pizza rolls by yourself.  Think about someone else doing what you'll never do with ease.  You're a fat, adipose ridden, waste of space and nobody thinks about you at all." I'm good at breaking spirits. Should've consulted me first." ...And then I was asked to turn it up a notch "I hope the agony I have to suffer by just looking at you is a meager drop in the bucket compared to the agony you feel every waking minute of your pathetic existence.  Do you cry whilst shoveling in the food that drags your gut closer to the ground you stand on? Of course you can't really stand at this point.  What is it like to worry about the possibility of busting your knees just because you stood up? Is it worth the whole cake you undoubtedly just ate?  You worthless fat fuck. I'd assume I'm correct when I say you haven't seen your own crotch since highschool.  I'd kill myself if I were you. Maybe you should take my advice.  All that awaits you on life is necrotic flesh and a family that'll hate you for your willed obesity. Kill yourself, or don't. I doubt you'll live to see 30." I hope my fatty spirit breaking antics were a good read