lol

okay so i know i posted a blog last night but i was drunk so it doesn't count

sooo. i was talking to liz last night and she pretty much told me what i already know: that i really do need help and i actually talked to my dad about the whole bulimic thing. and i was like why didn't you take me to the hospital when you found out? and he's like well i thought you could get better on your own and we might get in trouble.

honestly? "because we'll get in trouble"? that's his excuse for why he wont take me to the hospital when i need stitches or i broke a bone and why he won't take me to the doctor when i'm sick because god forbid somebody sees year old scars.

and their reason for taking me to presbrytarian hospital last year? "we had no choice!"aka they tried to like beat me up and i'd just beat both of them up instead lol and then they took me there for MY anger problems. nothing was wrong with me then that they knew about like what the fuck. thanks dad.

whatever. it just pisses me off.