Most saddest fattest

My story doesn't involve food, but it does involve drinking, so I guess it fits...

In my worst days, deep depression, problems at work, self hate and all that. One night I almost committed suicide by driving into a barrier at 250kmh. Girlfriend was away on some university thing in another town, self hate and depression stronger than ever. Few drinks in me. I decided to do it. Pulled the airbag fuses, no seatbelt and gunned it. Engine racing, needle buried at 250kmh. As I was about to hit the barrier and I thought to myself "It's all over now", my phone rang, I swerved and avoided the crash. Picked up. It was my girlfriend. She missed me and was coming home early, the next morning. I felt terrible. I was gonna put my parents and my girlfriend through such a nightmare and I was gonna do it. I couldn't do this to the people who love me. Even if I hated myself, clearly there were people who loved me and I needed to keep going for them. I stopped and cried like a baby in my car on the side of the road. Put the airbag fuses back in, drove home, cried some more, drank a lot an passed out in the living room, looking at a family album. I was woken up by my girlfriend. I gave her a long hug and said "Thank you". When my parents called that day, my mom proceeded to tell me how she and my dad were proud I was working hard and graduated university and knew I'd be successful and come home quickly. My eyes started getting teary. I cut the call short and started crying. When my girlfriend asked what was wrong, I lied that my uncle had died. Sent my mum a text, blaming the viber call on bad internet.

They can not know the pain that was inside me. I don't want them to worry. That was my saddest, fattest, worst story.. I wrote a story about more of this stuff 10 months ago. Anyway... The good thing is that that shit is behind me now. My company now is much more successful. I've gotten a raise, I'm on a one month vacation back home in Bulgaria. I get to go fishing and drink with my dad, work on my classic BMW, wax my Mercedes and take my girlfriend out to fancy restaurants and act like a happy scumbag while doing it. I still always think I could do better and am not satisfied with myself, but at least I'm not suicidal, so that's good.

my story is so sad anyone who reads it gets depression and I do not wish that on anyone so yea

Back when I was 200 pounds, I used to go to pizzarias and buy a "family deal". It usually included a large pie, a side of garlic knots that had 6-12 pieces(sometimes it was bread sticks), chicken wings(6-12 pieces), a dessert, and a two liter soda. I'd eat the entire thing by myself.

I still pig out on pizza from time to time. Though this time around instead of people looking down on me, they're like in awe because they can't believe my 116 pound ass can eat so much. It's pretty funny. Ya'll sound like cool people.
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When McDonald's first started selling breakfast all day I bought it all. Hash browns with a whopper, fries with a mcmuffin, nuggets in maple syrup, strawberry shake. We literally gained 10 lbs that day.

Thanks. So are you!
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I once ate an entire pizza by myself, and actually finished it in the car on the drive home.