the worst part is, I broke it when I was in another city. My sister had to buy me whole new ticket to get home :'(

For some reason my dad doesn't realize that he probably shouldn't come home black out drunk when your kids are traumatized by the years of abuse from their alcoholic mother. Like time and place dude.

But hey at least it's distracting me from eating lol

loseit x my food scale = happiness :D