Here we go again in Musings and Daily Events

I’m telling you it’s the older ones that get me. God, Ken is just so…ugh.

He called me and was like come out. I can’t. My parents had a conniption when I went out the day before yesterday can you imagine?

He’s like, “you’re 20-something with a job” but you don’t get it. I have a life my parents don’t approve of. I sleep around with men while I have a boyfriend. I flirt and am crazy. I like to drink.

I can’t have them snooping around.

I need to get out of here. I hate that I can’t just be my own person. Do my own thing. Without getting accused of being on drugs.

I hate being home.

It’s so toxic.

My dad called me fat today. Here I am, losing weight, feelingconfident.

And he asks my mom why I’m gaining so much weight.

When I’ve lost 10 pounds..

This makes me not want to eat. I’m (thankfully) stronger than that. I can’t give into that again. But fuck it’s hard.

So upset.