Family drama going on at the moment, and on top of that, Mum just found out that I smoke. Insert big lecture here. :p
So I came back with, I'm 18 damnit! I can do what I want! And she gets all pissy because I didnt tell her.
Gah! I give up!!
I go to my room, because I cant listen to her martyr act and trash talk my dad any more, and she follows me, and says, 'this isnt to help you lose weight is it?'
And ohmyGod, I was so insanely close to saying 'You have no idea what I do to lose weight!'
Maybe that would shut her up for a while.
'Yeah, thats right. You know when I was stick thin in yrs 10 and 11? You know how I got like that? I stopped eating, and started throwing up! You know those scars on my arms and legs? I do remember how I got them! My razor was my best friend when I was in yr 10 and 11! Thats what I do to LOSE WEIGHT!!'
Some one remind me why I dont just tell her everything, and prove to her that I can do fucking anything.
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