I cry through my skin.

Mood: Ugly, fat, pissed, depressed...Angsty.

 My mum found all my diet pills and confinscated them. Just great...I knew I shouldn't have kept them where they were easy access...But since I'm not able to shut my door...I couldn't go digging through the depts of my closet at random times...That would look suspicious. I hate my mother for going through all my stuff. What business of hers is it if I use some pills to help speed up my metabolism? She's such a b***h. I know, you all think she's just looking out for me...No she's not!!!! She's a spiteful old woman who has too much free times on her hands and heaven forbid I'm actually doing something that makes me happy for once in my god damned life. Not that it matters, I'm fat and ugly...I was born fat and ugly I always will be fat and ugly and I think I'm just going to give up on eating. If she thinks she can screw up my diet by taking away my pills...She's wrong! I can find different ways to fuck myself over.