Wow I am not in a good mood. I HATE that NOW she tells me that I have an eating disorder, when at the end of this very short summer i will be going into my already CHAOTIC first year ever of thedreadful school of "High School Landia." it is like dinamite for the side. Seriously you have got to be kidding me I wouldn't have minded if she had told me this a couple years ago when I had

been young and okay with it. I would have been only mad for a second and get over it. Yet she couldn't have picked a better time but right befor high school. I just makes me so mad that I cant even possibly think of a word in my entire now dreadful life that I will now be forced to live, to describe this dynamite like pain I am feeling in my lonely little heart.My mom just doesn't get it. She doesn't now how hard this feeling is. Unless...she...had it...no...thi-thi-this couldn't happen...or...could it? Well what ever she is keeping from me I want to find out and nothing in this whole restless world could ever change that. I am determined to get that grim secret that my own sweet at least used to be sweet mother is keeping from me her own only daughter.