February 11, 2007
Unnecessary tears
I asked mom to make her pasta salad and what does she do? She has dad make it. Why? He doesn't know how to make it and now what I've been craving all day won't even taste like what I've been craving. And for some reason I'm crying. I don't understand why. Over something so trivial and unimportant. It's only salad. It doesn't matter at all.
scullerymaid at 9:53 p.m.