My step dad's daughter came by for dinner...
My mom didn't even care that I didn't either. Nor the fact that I literally started crying and left the table.
She was too busy looking after her perfect grandchildren that is so much better then me. Cause you know, they're not depressed. Or fucked up. Or suicidal. Or dying. Or a self harmer. They're just so fucking perfect.
While I'm here, starving myself so I die sooner. Cause who wants me anyway?
