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May 5, 2004
Someday I will decide what I am going to do with my life. The time is not now. Stop talking to me about my future. I am tired of your suggestions. You make me feel like shit.

We're watching a movie.

"You know, you could do that."
I know.
"All you would have to do is spend a few months whipping yourself into shape."
I know I'm fat.
"Have you given up on that dream?"
I want to scream SHUT THE FUCK UP, I HAVE HEARD THIS ALL BEFORE!

But I don't. I say,

"Drop it, Dad."

And you're angry.