you tell me i'm fat.
and yet, everytime dinner comes around
you're always trying to shove food down my throat.
i'm not hungry.
i've lost all appetite.
why can't you just accept that?
and i'm tired.
tired of living up to your damn expectations that are fucking impossible to accomplish.
and you don't even care.
so why the hell should i?
you don't believe in me.
you never fucking have.
you only expect it.
and i just can't take it anymore.
i swear.
once i leave.
i am never coming back.
