[apricot s.y.n.d.r.o.m.e.]

Wow.

Actually, I'm quite glad that I'm not suffering alone-- my mother is doing it with me. But my father's house has absolutely almost NOTHING for me. If it weren't for the una and eggs, I'd die.

I reeeeally miss my sugar T___T And my coffee. WHY?!? WHY THE COFFEE!?! COULDN'T YOU HAVE JUST TAKEN THE... um... TOMATOES?! I hate those anyway...

There's like this big box of chocolates tormenting me in the center of the fridge.

I'm trying to focus on my manga, but it's not working. I NEED SUGAR!

My dad tells me that I'm irritable because of the diet. It's not true-- I'm irritable because that BASTARD keeps eating FORBIDDEN THINGS in front of me. That fucker.

Here's to hoping I survive two weeks...