So it's 10am right, and we get into an argument about a SPONGE
A fucking sponge. 
She storms out the house so I text my mate like 'uh mate can we hang out a bit earlier?' then I go to his and rant about my ex and then crawl into his bed and lay on top of him (almost fell asleep) and skived taekwondo 
Came back to my dad (who had in the meantime returned from work) and he's like 'wheres your mother?' so I'm like 'dunno *shrug*'
This bitch comes home at 
5 FUCKING PM. 
WHAT
THE
FUCK
Also you mayve seen me frequently discuss my inability to cry, and I concluded a few months back (around December) that it was likely that that was derived from the fact that my mother would insult me for showing negative emotions. I open up to her about this, and she encourages me to not be afraid to cry. So, four months later, I begin to start to cry a bit when I need to (I still struggle, but it's easier.) 
This bitch brings it up at LEAST six times a day, calling me a crybaby and saying something is wrong with me and I need help
Weirdest part is SHE CRIES MORE THAN ME
But she doesn't even say it in a concerned manner, no it's so fucking PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE like 'uUgh all you DO is CRY *eye roll*'
My parents are the same about my eating disorder though, they're like 'Ugh I won't TOLERATE it in this house I know what you're doing and it needs to stop, we aren't fat are we? Do you think I'm fat?' and then if I'm like enjoying myself they're like 'YoU wOnt Have A bOdy LefT if YoU kEeP danCinG' like IM 
I CANT HELP THE FACT I HAVE A FUCKING DISORDER????? 
IM SORRY IM HAPPY AND YOU KNOW D A N C I NG ?
LIKE IF YOU WANT TO HELP MAYBE
MAYBE HELP ME 
INSTEAD OF BITCHING ABOUT IT AND CALLING ME SKINNY???? 
MAYBE??
MAYBE YOU KNOW 
H E L P????
                                      
                                          
                                  
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