Just something I needed to write

I literally don't understand my dad sometimes.

He tells me he's done saying aggressive or hurtful things to me, but then he turns around and says things like:

"You even ate what was on my plate."

"You've gotten a bigger belly, haven't you?"

And honestly... why? Nobody asked for that opinion.

If I wanted to hear comments about my body, I would've asked. I just don't understand what it costs to keep certain thoughts to yourself.

Anyway, I just wanted to write this down. It doesn't really affect me as much as it bothers me. Sometimes it's just tiring hearing things that don't need to be said.

That's all.

— Love you, bye.