Omfg this is why I hate being home…
My sister can’t seem to refrain from doing things that piss my mom off and cause a meltdown that lasts for hours. It sucks so much. And I usually just keep my mouth shut because whatever I say causes more drama.
FML. This is exactly why I am never moving back home again ever. I will be homeless before I would go back home, and I’m completely serious.
I don’t really understand why she can’t just not talk to certain people in front of mom. I sort of learned to just avoid situations that would set her off. Especially with people who post FB statuses that are not at all subtle, but are about at the level of a 5 year old.
Also, what is the attraction to people who’s intelligence levels are really just not that high at all? Seriously… I feel so mean saying that, but its true….. I have no desire to be close with these people because I swear brain cells keel over and die every time they open their mouths. I don’t even consider myself that smart. I’m pretty sure I’m just normal. But these people are definitely not at my intellectual and/or maturity level.
Bshwidhdbdiwudhdkxpcpcncbdbsjsjxbd I wanna scream….
Also, if one more person comments on my weight, I will seriously never eat again (yeah right)…. I know I look disgusting, and I really don’t need you guys pointing it out. I am at my highest weight ever, and I am definitely overweight. I can’t stand myself. I am triggered and both never want to see food again but also want to stuff my face with whatever I can find. Guess what I always end up doing? Stuffing my face. Yeah. Which is why I am fat.
I NEED to lose weight before the whirlwind of summer activities… fuck….
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