There's too much bullshit for even me to take. I just don't understand any of this shit. With my parents, my body, or anything else. Somethings are just fucked up. Half of it is my fault but I have to wonder not why me... why now? Why when I'm trying to get my life together everyone has to shit on my pretty pies. I thought I was beginning my life but it just feels like it's ending. I don't do anything but binge on food, cigarettes, and sit on my ass all of the time. See I'm doing it right now. God damn me. I don't even know what bothers me anymore. Everything is just so fucked up!--