My mom keeps bugging me about everything. Fucking everything.
She lectures me about how I never complete my chores and when o do its a half ass job. How I always just lounge around in front of the TV all day.
But no. I don't. I have my own fucking problems.
I hate myself and she has yet to see. Ive been slipping. I don't talk as much. I don't eat as much. My chest is significantly smaller because I've been using a wrap, and she has yet to see the scars. I don't get it. My eyes are empty and she doesn't fucking notice.
She can tell when my sister is pissed. When my other sister is sad. And when my other sister is tired. Why have I done. They don't notice me. I want attention. I need a little affection. I'm tired of being invisible. Sick of it.
She keeps threatening to turn off the internet and then I think "If she turns off the internet, I literally have nothing to live for."
Bye.
Good day.
Farewell. I'm so medieval like that.
Until next time.
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