niamh

My dad's a real asshole sometimes. So like...my hair's been falling out, and I told him and he replies with "Well, it's your own fault!" Ok...I thought parents were supposed to be sympathetic, go "Oh honey! I'm sorry...we'll have to figure out something to do about that." And then tonight I get home and I'm trying to eat my dinner, but he wants me to take out the trash...but I wanted to eat my fucking dinner before it got cold. So what does he do? Throw a fucking temper tantrum and threaten to throw the trash on my food. Let me eat my dinner! Jesus, I hardly eat as it is (and yes, I'm starting to come to the realization that I'm a bit anorexic...) so let me enjoy it!

I fainted last night at dance class. It was weird, though, 'cause it wasn't my usual not eating faint, it was my "Oh holy shit I'm in pain" faint. Cold sweats, nausea, ringing in the ears, blacked out vision...merf. @.@

I got a manicure and pedicure today...green polish to match my bellydancing costume. My first performance is on Sunday. 3 pm, the main stage at the Orange Fair.

Someone come take care of me, I don't have the will to take care of myself right now.