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I love my sister. I really do. I love her a lot, too. But being around family right now is just too stressful. I have no idea why other than PMS and fucked-up horomones, but I've started crying every five minutes over really stupid shit like, "oh no, I've run out of cereal" or "I tripped over the tiki torch that's still in my room for some reason."
I went to the dentist today and I started crying on the way to the dentist. Then my sister came home and I STARTED CRYING. WTF. I'm not a crier by nature. And I'm proud of my sister for looking skinny and pretty and I recognize that losing this weight because of being on prescription speed would probably be less than a laugh riot, I still can't stop crying. And it's totally irrational because I've never had a problem with hand-me-downs before, but suddenly hand-me-downs make me cry.
Fuck, I'm crying right now.
I really just can't handle this and I wish that everyone who tells me that my life really isn't that bad would just go away because I can't handle it right now and I'm seriously about to just like, stop eating and sit in my room and turn into Ernest Hemingway with boobs.
There, Lena. Un-cryptic enough?
I went to the dentist today and I started crying on the way to the dentist. Then my sister came home and I STARTED CRYING. WTF. I'm not a crier by nature. And I'm proud of my sister for looking skinny and pretty and I recognize that losing this weight because of being on prescription speed would probably be less than a laugh riot, I still can't stop crying. And it's totally irrational because I've never had a problem with hand-me-downs before, but suddenly hand-me-downs make me cry.
Fuck, I'm crying right now.
I really just can't handle this and I wish that everyone who tells me that my life really isn't that bad would just go away because I can't handle it right now and I'm seriously about to just like, stop eating and sit in my room and turn into Ernest Hemingway with boobs.
There, Lena. Un-cryptic enough?