I went to the hospital last night. Oh the joys. My mother is a whore. My mother is one of many people in this world who deserve to be gang raped and thrown to the dogs. I fucking hate her. Yes. I FUCKING hate her. So violence is the only answer? Violence is the only thing I have ever known. So as a result of my mother screaming to me that I was fat. I screamed right back at her and im the one who ends up in the hospital with a hair line fracture. Well fuck that. Fuck her. And fuck you. I WAS so proud of what I had achieved. I was so proud of gaining a further 3 stone [42lbs and you just had to go shit all over my happiness. And so now my illness has come back to haunt me. At 98lbs [7 stone] lets see who can win the race in losing.