Silence is golden, I have been broken

Fuck my mother. I had two of those godawful nasty Activias (well, three by my count, but what the hell), and she's bitching because I haven't eaten the last two. I'm sorry, they taste and feel like phlegm in my mouth. They actually make me feel worse because they are so disgusting. The fruit ones are fine, but the vanilla is disgusting as hell. Shows how much attention she pays to my eating habits, if she knew me she wouldn't have bought the vanilla, she would have bought another fruit one. But hey, I'm the little bitch right? Fuck. But I can't bring up the promises she's broken, oh holy god no. I knew better than to bring up Tori, I would have had a limb removed. *sigh*

If you forgive me my ferocity, I won't forget your sweetness...

All right, so. Nothing really earthshattering has happened. But I've decided I'm going to make an attempt at moving on. Some of you understand what I'm talking about, and let me just say that your support is going to probably be the only thing getting me through the next few days/weeks/months/however long it takes for me to figure out where I'm supposed to go from here.

I'm not angry. I've just accepted that things have changed. I'm taking my little shards and picking up and moving on. Or at least trying. I know I'm going to slip up a lot, and that's okay. There's going to be bad days, but hopefully there's more good ones ahead.

For those who don't know what's going on, excuse the vagueness. This is the only way I can say it.