as a scientist I can confirm that this is definitely how percentages and fractions work, and yes, the ocean is 10% celery, which is why we cannot drink ocean water, for we would choke on the celery
So it’s my last fucking day with my parents, only 8:30 in the morning and we’ve already fought. My dad is so selfish! Nothing matters to him but his own needs. He wouldn’t even eat breakfast (the last time for a good long while) with me. He invited my brother to sit and eat with him, but since I didn’t want to sit in the dining area (right next to two creepy guys who made me extremely uncomfortable) I wasn’t able to eat with him. I then asked him to do one thing for me, just freaking one, to call my uncle and see what time he wanted to meet. He asked me if 11 was okay, I said no, so he told my uncle “yeah, 11 is fine”.
I’m so frustrated right now, I just can’t even…
I just want him to shut up for once and listen to me! Don’t ask me stupid questions. Sometime I just want you to say, “okay”, and trust me. Listen to me. I, I, just want him to listen to me. But no, instead I’m sitting on the bathroom floor, crying. I can hear him outside telling mom that I’m “selfish, fill of shit, and just want control”. Yeah, it’s all my fault.
I had wondered why I wanted to leave home, well, now I remember.
Thanks “Dad”, love you too.
I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. I did not like to be touched because I craved it too much. I wanted to be held very tight so I would not break. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, or put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.Marya Hornbacher, “Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia” (via psychoticbarbie)
Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it.John Maxwell (via quoteessential)