That’s so fucking retarded. You’re taking the car away when I’m the one that’s actually giving it use. I’m the one that pays for the gas. I’m the fucking one that’s been taking care of that damn car. And you’re the one that’s never home. You’re spending all this fucking money on stupid trips that you can’t even afford. I took days off just to spend time with you. But what do you do? All you do is sleep, you lazy ass. You don’t do anything. How did you even earn the title to be called a mother? You don’t do anything that a mother should do. You don’t take care of me. You don’t cook. You don’t clean until only your shit is dirty. You’re useless. You should just get the hell out of my life already, or I’ll just find a way to finally get out of yours. You’re a piece of shit.
"I feel like shit when I eat, and I feel shit when I’m not eating. I feel like shit when I taste food, and I feel like shit for thinking about food. I feel like shit eating in front of people; I feel shit when I eat alone. I feel like shit when I enjoy food and I feel like shit when I hate food. I feel like shit for wasting food and I also feel like shit when I can clear a plate. Food is such an issue and no matter what, it always makes me feel like shit."