Got home and started squealing. Loud and sustained. I think I stopped five minutes ago.

Basically COOLIO IS WONDER PERSONIFIED AND I HAVE BEEN BEQUEATHED WITH A MOST WONDROUS AND MAGNIFICENT GARMENT

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! ! !! ! ! ! !

If you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you son. I've got 99 problems and fiber ain't one.

AHAHAHAHA

So after my mother informed me that her dream was for me to shed enough weight to become a size 6 girl again (which is pretty amusing given I'm size 13 and loving it), she point blank asks me to stop wearing pants because "they make you look so fat."

Toss in a couple of fake concerns about health and diabetes and there you go. Though I haven't gotten a check-up in several years now, I severely doubt I'm in any risk of weight related health complications. Am I overweigh

It's honestly baffling to me why my mother can't understand why I hate her.

Someday it's all going to be too much and instead of doing something stupid, I'm going to go for a very long walk. And I'll have to remember to bring tissues because I'll be crying a lot, and some money, about ten dollars, and I'll walk until I'm at a place where I can have my hair cut.

I'll dry my face and toss my tissues and maybe someone will ask me if I'm okay and I will say, "Yes, after I get my hair cut."

And I'll get my hair cut and it will be short, past my ears, and it

Normally, when I cry, I get tired. Huge, heaving, breathing-all-wrong crying is definitely tiring, but even a stressful short cry can leave me feeling kind of drained.

I've used up a whole tissue pocket pack and a half and I'm not even fazed. I'm getting better at this.