03 6 / 2013
I just threw up during dinner.
The entire time, my dad was like,”What, what’s going on? Go down the wrong pipe? What? Come on.” Like, stop being so freakin dramatic. It’s impolite to leave the table.
Excuse me, I can’t fucking talk to you right now.
I can’t deal with this shit. I have a massive amount of schoolwork to do, my body is deteriorating, and my parents want to pretend that I’m just a *lazy little drama queen* because their happiness is more important than my fucking life.