I really hope you'd roll up and die.

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Well, my mom hooked me up with a job at a retirement home, and hey, it wasn't so bad. I did cry though, because I felt bad for all the old people. It was weird really, the man lost his hearing, and I started crying a bit. ^^'

But then, at lunch... Okay, so basically, the people asked what we wanted to eat, the cooks I mean, and yeah, my mom just chose for me, and I didn't really care. HOWEVER. I was really hungry, well, I really just wanted a bit more rice. See, I woke up at 6, and I didn't really eat anything, just some French toast. The point is, I was hungry right? Well, my mom had not really wanted to finish her food, and she didn't really touch it? Like, 3/4s of her food was left. And yet: "wtf, you still want to eat? It's not healthy to eat a lot, stop eating." Do you know how mad I got?

I was hungry, I wanted to eat, and you STILL go on about how "fat" I am. Random fact, DID YOU KNOW THAT MY SKIN IS LITERALLY AT MY BONE? LIKE, IF YOU GRASP ME, I'M NOT SQUISHY, I HAVE SKIN ON MY BONE? And, maybe I didn't write it in that sentence, but yes, she called me fat. After some convincing from multiple colleagues, she was like: "Okay... you can eat." But I was so pissed, I wanted nothing from her.

F*ck my mom. Everyone in my family tries to convince me that she just wants the best for me, but do you know what I get everyday? "Worthless piece of sh*t, you're fat, stop being lazy, wtf, you're tired? Please, you can't be tired, get off your lazy ass. You know, any other kid is better than you." And it's not even like helpful information. I'm not allowed to eat? Oh woe is me, eating is unhealthy, no rice 5 u. stfu. She goes on about how in the war, she didn't get to eat either, LIKE B*TCH, DO WE LOOK LIKE WE'RE IN A WAR? I'M HUNGRY. LET ME F*CKING EAT. DON'T THINK YOU'RE SO SMART BECAUSE YOU'RE SIXTY.

She told me that there are parents that are worse than her. What? Just because there are worse, you're good? YOU'RE A GOOD PARENT, BECAUSE THERE ARE WORSE PARENTS THAN YOU? GET OFF YOUR TALL HORSE, AND FALL TO THE GROUND LIKE A PIECE OF SH*T. WHY THE F*CK ARE YOU ALIVE. GO DIE ALREADY, YOU'RE USING MY AIR.

Honestly, I don't mind the place I'm working at, I could stay there. But the idea of working besides my mom infuriates me. I want her to die. If she dies, I can eat. YOU KNOW HOW SAD THAT IS? IF MY MOTHER DIES, I'LL BE ABLE TO EAT. LIKE, I'M NOT ASKING TO PARTY, I'M ASKING IF I CAN EAT.

Woooooooooooooooo, I feel much better now. Toodles~

Alice Lieberg