"Tweet Tweet"

So my mom loves her bird more than me.
she said it was because it listens and only says "tweet tweet"
so from now on, I'm going to tweet every time she asks me something.

Maybe then she'll start liking me?

After lunch today, I got up and went to the bathroom as usual to throw up my food.
But random people kept on coming in.
So I couldn't.
So I didn't.
And now I feel crappy because I have a taco in me.
Humf.

I cried myself to sleep last night, as every night before it.
But this time it was more like balling.
Tears of hatred, anger, and sadness. Toward God, people,
and myself.
And then the anxiety came...

It was just a rough night in general.

My mom always makes little comments whenever I eat, along with all of my friends.
They don't understand how much it can hurt a girl in my situation.
The phrases stay forever.
And hurt forever.

But I shouldn't feel sorry for myself. There are people in much worse situations than me.

Just suck it up, Megan.