It was the first time ever in my life, that vomiting felt like vomiting, not purging.
If you know what I mean. It was so liquid and splashed around in the bathtub, I saw the spaghetti and God knows what brownish thing.. I felt sick, like "car-sick"-sick. It felt natural. It felt real.
It is 8:30 and I am home alone. I have a semester paper tomorrow. I want to go to college abroad, far away from my parents. I don't want to see them anymore. I haven't spoken to her since yesterday, neither have I seen her. It feels so quiet and peaceful. All I need is to be left alone. I am getting along well with my dad. I can't be upset with him, despite having fought for and hour with him yesterday. And I can't stand her, despite what I said above. I want her gone. It's me or her.