and my dad is making me feel horrible because I don’t eat a lot, I physically can’t hold that much in my tummy, and we’re going to all these expensive restaurants and he scolds me saying he paid good money for my food and I’ve barely touched it and I’m like WELL EXCUSE ME I DIDNT ASK TO BE FED AT A FIVE STAR RESTAURANT IM PERFECTLY FINE WITH JUST WATER OR A SLICE OF PIZZA DONT FUCKING YELL AT ME THIS IS YOUR DOING NOT MINE but in reality I just apologize and force myself to eat it and then I go to my room and throw it up because I feel sick. I just really want to go home. The Bahamas is a wonderful place and Atlantis is a top notch resort but I just can’t seem to vacation correctly. Maybe if I was with Zach or a good friend. It’s hard with family because they expect me to be just as posh as they are. so sorry that im ranting so much