Friday, 15th May 2015 - 8:10pm
I hate how quickly my mood changes. Actually, those were the wrong words to use. Let me try again.
I hate how quickly and easily someone can ruin my mood.
Just one day... Is that too much to ask for? Just one day where I can be happy from the moment I wake up to the moment I go to bed.
I ate a little bit tonight, but I couldn't shake off the paranoia of gaining weight. But I forced myself to eat until it was physically impossible to continue on, and then I tipped the rest of it down the sink before hurrying to the bathroom and loosing the whole lot.
I'm not even upset about that though. It was gross anyway..
What really got me upset was my Dad and step mum.
"Looking bigger than usual," she said when she came home from dinner with my Dad.
The worst part wasn't what she said though.
It was the fact that my Dad chuckled at her words.
He fricking found amusement out of my pain! My psychological pain! My own fucking father!
I wish I could just loose some bloody weight! That'd keep everyone here happy.
Especially myself.
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