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When people ask what's wrong they should just believe me when i say nothing or accept the fact that im lying because i don't want to talk about it. Rather than repeating the question or making it about them.

Was about to bin some left over chicken from a takeaway i had 4 days ago. And the fucking bag rips. Spilling a shitload of chicken all over the stairs.... Sooooooo glad i managed to clean it up before my mum saw it.

I forgot to bin the leftovers from last nights takeaway so now my room smells delicious.

I think my mums offended at the fact that i spend most of my time in my room since I've come home from uni. Well maybe she should stop being so fucking annoying then.

I recently gained an urge to order a shit ton of food from a takeaway place and stuff my face with it.

Why is it that all through my life, people assume that I'm not capable of doing well in anything. They don't even give me a chance to prove that I'm good enough