You ever have a good calm day only for it to unreasonably come crumbling down for no fucking reason what so ever?
All I wanted to do was be fat and eat cookie dough. Of course I didn't want to risk getting sick by eating a whole bought roll so I was looking up how to make edible cookie dough since I've never made cookies from scratch. I told my mom this cause she asked as I was on my laptop, and since she was there I asked her if we had any of the ingredients and what happens? She fucking blows up at me because I said the recipes, all of them that I saw on there, had milk in it. Fucking milk. And you know what she said when she read I was making edible cookie dough like I didn't say it fifty fucking times? "That's not for cookies that's for dough!" No fucking shit... you're here screaming your head off at me cause I was gonna follow a recipe and say that me questioning what's so wrong with putting milk in it is back talk to your self argument? Why? Why are you so mad over nothing and making me feel like the stupidest rock in existence? And to top it off when I walked away since being calm and collective was just getting me screamed at guess what she fucking texts me? "Nobody ever believes me. If u just gonna look it up to argue over it then don't ask me to begin with. 
I was telling you that u don't have to make a full batch off a recipe you can make just a little  with the ingredients."
I never asked! I only said I was making myself edible cookie dough and if we had the ingredients for it! Thats it!
Now I just want to curl up and cry and eat cookie dough which I'll be damned if I don't make. Cause I got nothing else to do since no one wants to talk to me and only my dad wants to be around me