FUCK YOU, THURSDAY

Thursday is a fucking douche nozzle.

Also, I just went shopping with my mum. She wouldn't let me quit detox so I chucked a tantrum (yes, no lies here) started crying, speaking loudly about how she's starving me all day and how if she thought I was fat all she had to do was say, she didn't have to cut out wheat, dairy, meat, vegetables, juice, basically everything.. And all these people were staring down at her.. So she was like FINE TEMIKA. GO AND GET SOME FUCKING FRANKFURTS lol. And then I was like.. No, because if I get them you're going to be shitty at me and it's a catch 22!! And yeah. Had a big argument and turns out I'm still on detox. Mother fucking con. Literally, my mother is a fucking con.

How cold is it? For realsies?! It's like fucking winter up in here!! I slept with 2 doonas and like, 3 blanket things that my great gran knitted me last night. Maybe that's why I had crazy dreams about the King of Spades. Too hot for my own good ;)

Other than that.. Still crying over this piss weak book. Fo sheezy. But like, dude. This is making me lose sleep and shit. Cry and stuff. I am burning this book tomorrow. If anyone wants to come, then feel free to do so.




Fuck I hate Thursday. It's cold, I'm starving and I'm crying.