She READ my THINGS.
THINGS THAT I HAD THROWN AWAY.
She left them in a drawer with a note attached.
"Binge-Purge? We need to talk."
WHY THE HELL DID YOU READ MY THINGS YOU FUCKING CUNT. You are the worst excuse for a mother anyone could ever ask for.
I knew going away was a bad fucking idea and I knew she would snoop through my stuff. Thank God I hid the most of it in my closet. I need new hiding places.
Now I understand why she made such a big deal out of making a "special healthy dinner with foods I liked"
Just for that, I'm not eating anything tomorrow.
Stupid fucking bitch.
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