I've had a week of binges. My skin is worse than ever. My parents hate me. And i hate them. I hate where i am living. And to top it off, i have just flooded my newly decorated bathroom.
My parents seem to think i've done it on purpose. And after apologising, they still didn't get it so i turned to anger, and screamed horrible things such us "I wouldn't care if dad dropped down dead". Which was true - at that moment. I do avoid him though. He's so gross and fat, and i know he's my dad, and i'll learn to appriciate him, but he called me a fat bitch, and i'm actually at a healthy weight and he knows i'm insecure about my appearance. I thought it was so inappropriote, and my mum slapped him round the face. Good woman. I then heard him say to my mum "You must hate her" and she said "No i love her to bits. She's jus dozy".
Tbh, i just wish they would get a divorce. I don't want to never see him again, but if it was just once a month i'm sure our relationship would be far better, because atm we mutually hate eachother. I just avoid him, if he walks into the room, i walk out.
After that fat bitch comment, i'm going to starve myself for the next few months so they can both get really worried about me, then we'll see who he's calling a fat bitch. He's morbidly obese himself (seriously-i'm not being a drama queen he is HUGE like over 20 stone)
I'm so angry, and stressed. I'm so happy i get to escape to paris on thursday, and hopefully make some new friends so i can actually learn to enjoy this shithole i am living in. Fingers crossed. Well, i spose things can only get better...
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