Why. I don't want to hurt anyone. But whatever you're doing, is making me hurt you.
Why? Why must you make me eat? And then because of that I argue with you, and try ways and means, to avoid eating, to avoid growing fat, to achieve the thin I want. But you, You are getting in my way, making me hurt you in a manner I don't want to.
When I hear you speak, in that sorrowed tone, how the tears come but I bite them back because I tell myself to be strong and stay emotionless? And when I cause two of you to fight?
Why me?
Why, God, WHY?