Can you stop.

Seriously I get it, I'm a terrible person who hates walking and fat and lazy and blah blah but please just stop and this is why I don't think I could travel with you.

I just don't need it from you.

It's not because I don't want to, and I really wish you would understand that, it's because I literally cannot. I would be forever grateful if my feet would stop going to shit every time I try, because then I could keep up with you, but they don't, and I can't sometimes, so please, please, please just lay off.

~Katie