i don’t think you understand that i’m actually happy for once in my life. i mean, i go to a school that doesn’t make me want to stab myself repetitively, i have two really close friends that are basically my sisters, i go on the ice every single day, i’m happy with my body, i like a boy, he likes me back, i have a social life, i don’t fight with you or the twins as much anymore - i’m not just a fucking moody teenager that just does whatever the fuck she wants anymore - and you won’t let me be? you’re calling me irresponsible? i’m actually getting good marks for once, and i haven’t cried myself to sleep in a while, so thanks for last night.