I feel like shit and im legitimately distraught. On my way here, i JUUUUST fit into the plane seat, but the women on each side of me were visibly uncomfortable by me spilling over the arm rest onto them.
My father doesnt allow cooking in the house. Hes severely mentally ill and will freak out if you so much as chop a salad and "ruin" the kitchen.
Weve gone out to every. Single. Meal. Italian tuesday night for dinner, Wednesday afternoon i just had a side salad for lunch, mexican for breakfast Thursday. They have a whole party planned for saturday and i just want to make an antipasto for it so i can have a fucking salad and he wont let me.
Im terrified of not fitting on the plane on the way back now
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