The Only escape from confession is suicide and suicide is a confession
so today i find out the reason there is nothing to eat in my house( not just bc the frige is broken) but bc my mother is hiding food from me. Thats right she actually hides food from me. I walked in to the kitchen to see my little brother drenching three strawberries with half a bottle of hersey syrup. THe same hersey syrup i am not allowed to use(even though i dont drink regular milk) and is now hidden from me bc she thinks i am the person comsuming it half a bottle at a time. FUCK. Then i find other good stuff hidden from me ( my "kind" little brother was so eager to show me ) foods such as oreos (which i dont even like just the fact that she would hide them from me) oatmeal, cans of string beans (my favorite snack in the world) and those healthy chewy snack bars. All of which my brother has been eating all along and she is convicned i eat them like there is no tomorrow.