My Parents: They're Too Fucking Social (prt. 2)

Right now, I find myself in a similar situation — being stuck in my room because my parents want me to starve myself, knowing I try my hardest to avoid awkward social interactions.

My parents are having a garage sale and the pool guy stopped by to chat with them.

You see...

The thing about this pool guy is that HE WOULD NOT STOP FUCKING TALKING! AND NEITHER WOULD MY PARENTS! I hadn't eaten anything this breakfast aside from a few tootsie rolls and I only had a chocolate protein shake. It was yummy, but unbeknownst to my parents, it's not enough to last me the whole fucking day.

I AM A HUMAN BEING!

I NEED FOOD!

I WISH MY PARENTS WOULD UNDERSTAND THAT!

I have a theory. They intentionally invite social people over knowing I hide in my room so they don't have to cook me food (even though I'm 22, I can't cook for shit).

THEY COULD BE OUT THERE ALL DAY!

They're sitting in the garage with the door wide open.

I have a nightgown on.

They purposefully left the door open because they know I'm not properly dressed for company so I can't grab a real quick snack even if I wanted to.  I close that door and my parents (most likely my mother) would brutally kill me.

ALL I WANT IS FOOD!

IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK??

MY STOMACH HURTS I'M SO HUNGRY AND THE SAD PART IS, MY PARENTS DON'T GIVE A SHIT!

TELL HIM TO GO AWAY SO I CAN HAVE FUCKING WHITE CHEDDAR CHEESE PUFFS!

*sigh*

Anyway, I think he's already gone but only after three hours. I just needed to get that off my chest before I explode on my parents and I think we all know how that would've ended.