I'm feeling fed up again. Every dinner time we have the same argument and it's so fucking boring. "Why can't you learn to eat a sandwich like a normal child?" Well, for starters I am not a normal child, am I? I wish I was, but I'm not. I long to be a normal person, but it's not going to happen. If I had it any other way then I would be. I am who I am. It's a shame that I don't know who that is. I don't like sandwiches because I was brought up eating crap, like I've said so many times before. That's no fault of my own and I'm not going to let him tell me any different. None of this is worth the hassle because some foods just make me feel sick. I know for a fact that when my mum isn't here this is going to get a lot worse and he'll regret it because one day he'll have no one. That's the sad truth of it all because I don't stand for any shit.