Jun 11, 2005 11:15
My mother came home with McDonalds for herself and a diet book for me. A graduation gift, she said.
I'm not surprised, but it doesn't make it hurt any less.
For the record, I've lost 20 pounds this semester simply as a result of sheer self-control. For the record, I'm officially underweight. But my mother seems keen to overlook this fact--and that whole anorexia/bulimia thing. She really just doesn't get it.
And, for the record, I wish people could change or evolve somehow. It seems to me that our behavior, our ambitions, our identities only deteriorate over time. We decay.
I need to be drunk right now.