How the fuck u spend months telling people how I'm stupid and bulimic and anorexic and all that shit to when I'm feeling better and I wanna find out what was wrong u come along saying ur fine ur not throwing up so u don't need to see a doctor and then tell me to change the appointment and I tell u the same shit u said and u get mad so it ends up I'm not going but still wtf.
I'm ur baby when u do something u know is wrong but when I feel horrible and tell u is stop being so ridiculous I have an attack and it's stop screaming like they're trying to kill u I cry and it's what's wrong when ur the reason something is wrong why the hell don't u just let me go and be free if u do nothing to help me.
You have to be fucking kidding me it's so easy for u to piss me the fuck off u worry so fucking much about me in major like wtf if someone saw how mad I am they would think I'm not well taken care of u threaten me of beating me and never do I rather u hit me than keep talking shit and I can last without eating it's not about a damn pizza and milkshake.
Blame everything on me my fucking god evrything I don't eat by choice and I won't ask u for fucking money cuz u need as much as u can me help me for something.
