So there I am eating lunch at 4 pm. Dad walks in and says "You're eating again?!" I tell him I haven't had lunch yet. I've only eaten breakfast and no snacks. Dad says "F*** Lunch, I haven't eaten breakfast!"
The man skips two whole meals and gets to work, comes home hungry, gets drunk, and cannot wait for dinner and he gets upset because I'm eating more than he does. Since my fatty liver confirmation, I've given up snacks and he acts like I eat every hour on the hour. The next time he decides to skip breakfast especially on the weekend, he should MAKE SOME F***ING BREAKFAST, EAT SOME F***ING BREAKFAST, AND STOP TAKING EVERYING OUT ON ME!! !
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I am sick, and in so being I am the healthy one.
If my darkness or eccentricity offends you, I don't really care.
I will not apologize for being me.
There is no such thing as perfect. We are beautiful as we are. With all our imperfections, we can do anything.