It’s really fucking sad when my own mother makes fun of me.
I can’t help it. Trust me- if I could, I would fix it. But I can’t. Polycystic controls everything.
She’s so immature and doesn’t even understand why I got upset.
Um, because you’re making fun of something I have that could, in the future, potentially cause severe cancer.
THANKS MOM. I LOVE YOU, TOO.