Funny.

You know what's kinda funny?

When you realize that you've only eaten 90 calories all day.

And that you need to eat something, so you can take your Metformin.

And then you decide to have a container of pineapple in juice, which is 70 calories. Because you just don't fucking feel like eating anymore, and hell, your grandmother said you're losing weight, so clearly your standing in the family has gone up! At least you're not so much a fatty.

Oh, and it's extremely funny when you get into a screaming match with your sister because you won't pay for her papasan chair, when you bought your own.

And then it becomes funnier when she storms off in a huff and then her boyfriend berates you. Oh yeah, and said boyfriend is living with your family. And your sister is 18. And he's almost 22.

The laughter never stops when you realize that not only will your parents not give a shit about this, but they will laugh about it in said sister's room tonight, because clearly Amanda is an ungrateful bitch who won't pay for Abby's chair, and won't it be fantastic that she'll be going off to school again soon, and Abby will be only two hours from home so everyone can see each other all the time?

Please let these two weeks pass with a quickness so I don't end up hating myself and my family more than I already do.