So i was messing around with my mom and her boyfriend. And i gave her boyfirend a purple nurple. Then her boyfriend lets call him ken. Ken was cutting meat and my mom handed him a steak fork. And the he joked around pretending to go and stab me. But then my mom goes and actually fucking stabs me and im tired of it. Im tired of her just picking on me. Fucking violently. I just wanna give up. I want to grab that blade and go at it again. But im trying my hardest not to. Its so fucking hard. And right now im thinking of not even eating tomorrow. I hear people laughing and talking while im in my room not eating because i lost my appitite because im sick. And the fact that getting yelled at gives me anxiety and anxiety makes me not eat. Tomorrows Thanksgiving here in the USA and im thinking of not eating with them. I wish i went with my little sister honestly. At least i wouldnt have been stabbed with a fucking fork.

Also if you think im making a big deal over nothing please dont comment or anything. I needed to get my mind off of this. Thank you.