Well, are you fretting over why those wholesomely obese teenagers always try to skip those 'extracurricular lessons'.

Here's why, from an obese teenager:

It's simply because we lack the stamina to run. Really. And all you teachers like to do is to..
Ask us to run. Nah. No way is that gonna happen. We TOTALLY HATE RUNNING. And because of that, I dread PE every week, for the past dunno how many years since I've grown fat. Until now. Recent PE lessons were badminton. I love it, man.

REALLY. DO NO DOUBT THIS.

Translation: Organize sport activities based on the sport obese teenagers like. Not mundane running, really. I can tell you, only those cream of the crop in fitness will like it. And no one else.

I can also guarantee that THEY will LIKE sports better than running.


SO DEAR PE TEACHERS, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? I've been suffering for the past years because of running, instead of sports. SCHOOLS, INVEST IN MORE SPORTING EQUIPMENT, such as rackets, basketballs, volleyballs, not medicine balls, floorball sticks... etc. I knowitisgonnabeexpensive, but it is worth it.

Oh yeah, when PE lessons are all running, some of us procrastinate. Notice much?

I want to question the world. Why can't we cry?

Then someone's gonna say, "Course you can, no one said you can't." If you are such a person, then please shut up.

Is it wrong to cry? Is it shameful to cry? Does crying relate to size of person? Does crying relate to gender?
I don't think so.

I've grown up in a family where it is shameful to cry. Especially I'm a person with large proportions. I don't get it.
Also, I cry when I feel pressurized, both physically and mentally. As such you can say I cry easily.

Why is it abnormal in my family to cry? WHY? Is it so laughable? IS IT VERY FUNNY TO SEE SOMEONE CRY, YOU IDIOTS? No it isn't alright.

So here's a promise to whoever reads this. If you need to cry, CRY IT OUT. Don't bottle it up. I'll not laugh at you. Promise. Sumpah.

I really need to cry myself sane. I feel so crazy inside, so depressed, so misunderstood, so... numb that I feel insane. After a good, ol' crying session, I feel so good that I'll face life again.

If you need someone to listen to, I'm willing to listen. Really. Because I don't want anyone to be like me. No one wants to listen to me... not even my mum. I really understand that you want a LISTENING EAR, not a TALKING TRUMPET. I vow not to divulge anything, and I won't comment unless you want me to.