Once again, it's late and I'm thinking about things...

I hate drifting away from people. Especially people I consider(ed) myself close to. It's worse though, because I'm not there. I can't fix this. I can't to anything but watch them get farther away.

I knew this would happen too. It's sad, but I knew this summer would be a huge and painful ( for me at least ) ax in whatever ties we had. And look! Once again, I'm right, and it doesn't make any difference until I am proven right.

I would rather be wrong about this, though.

But I'm guessing that I'm not.

And really, not so sure how to fix things.

OMFG WTF?

I was just told by my father that I should eat before the opera. Because it's long.

Me: Thanks, but I'm not hungry.
Mother: *walks in* You need to eat. I look at you and you are losing weight because you are not eating. I haven't seen you eat in a while.
Me: I'm eating!
Mother: *gives me a Look* I know your body. I can see that you are losing weight.
Me: I'm not!
Mother: What did you eat today?
Me: Cereal, breakfast potatoes, and Taco Bell with my dad.
Dad: *nods in affirmation*
Mother: Oh. Well you are still losing weight because you are not eating enough.
Me: *refrains from stangling self*
Dad: Um, that wasn't my point. The opera is long and you should eat so that you don't get hungry.
Mother: *walks out*

OMFG. I am eating. I am eating a hell of a lot more now than I have practically all summer which is freaking me out because I NEVER eat this much. And I made noodles yesterday for myself and gave her some as well. Is it my fucking fault that she never sees me eat and thereofre seems to think that I am "losing weight" which is fucking not true and I can practically feel myself fucking GAINING weight? FUCK OFF. I am not the one obsessed with dieting because I think I am FAT. LEAVE ME ALONE.

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