I feel like I'm going to explode.
Okay, first of all, getting woken up from a nap sucks major. Worse is getting woken up for a petty thing, like carrying down seat cushions when dad or mom could've done it. Worse-major is carrying down said cushions for the couch that used to be upstairs in front of the tv. Bastard parents took away the frakking sitting tool for the tv. URGH. DAMN IT.
I'm so mad right now, but this next thing makes it worse.
Anorexia nervosa is a disorder. It's a disorder of the mind. It's a sickness. I am so fucking sick of people that don't get that. Do not, for the love of the fucking God, tell me that what I need is an "Italian grandmother" to feed me. I eat, you BASTARDS. I eat plenty!! What the fuck do I have to do please you people???????? I'm already pleasing my fucking bitch of a mother, okay? I don't think that I can handle stuffing my face for you. And I realize the irony, okay? In the Goren fanfic that I posted (that nobody on here has read, I bet), Bobby takes me to a hospital to get an IV because I can't keep food down. So, yes, my ideal line of thinking is that someone saves me. But I can tell you: it's not saving to suggest that I'm not eating. So, yeah, thanks for that ... and I'm back to restricting NOT MAINTAINING on Monday. I'm going to get to 90 and be perfect for my mother. It's a disease. Please, for the love of the fucking God, start respecting my life and stop shoving shit my way.
God, I wish DC was in. I could use some DC right now :(. .......... Of course, I'd probably end up watching it on my laptop so that I can be comfortable ON MY BED because the fucking frakking couch is gone.
I'm going to finish this Adler thing, and then after that I'm done with attempting to do schoolwork today. I just don't think I could handle the momentary stress. Who said Sundays were days of rest? Gits.
((It was CDM that made the italian comment. In case any of my loyal readers are wondering if it was them that shoved me over the mental edge.))
I'm so mad right now, but this next thing makes it worse.
Anorexia nervosa is a disorder. It's a disorder of the mind. It's a sickness. I am so fucking sick of people that don't get that. Do not, for the love of the fucking God, tell me that what I need is an "Italian grandmother" to feed me. I eat, you BASTARDS. I eat plenty!! What the fuck do I have to do please you people???????? I'm already pleasing my fucking bitch of a mother, okay? I don't think that I can handle stuffing my face for you. And I realize the irony, okay? In the Goren fanfic that I posted (that nobody on here has read, I bet), Bobby takes me to a hospital to get an IV because I can't keep food down. So, yes, my ideal line of thinking is that someone saves me. But I can tell you: it's not saving to suggest that I'm not eating. So, yeah, thanks for that ... and I'm back to restricting NOT MAINTAINING on Monday. I'm going to get to 90 and be perfect for my mother. It's a disease. Please, for the love of the fucking God, start respecting my life and stop shoving shit my way.
God, I wish DC was in. I could use some DC right now :(. .......... Of course, I'd probably end up watching it on my laptop so that I can be comfortable ON MY BED because the fucking frakking couch is gone.
I'm going to finish this Adler thing, and then after that I'm done with attempting to do schoolwork today. I just don't think I could handle the momentary stress. Who said Sundays were days of rest? Gits.
((It was CDM that made the italian comment. In case any of my loyal readers are wondering if it was them that shoved me over the mental edge.))