“Mother and Son”
~It’s a book that we had to do a book-report on for Chinese 23. The story is stupid: a boy runs away from home for 2 years and makes his mother worry. The end.
Not even kidding, I wasted 35 minutes of my life reading it // 35 minutes I will never get back. But surprisingly, I feel guilty.
This morning, I yelled at my mother this morning and told her not to call me for the rest of the month. I told her that I didn’t want to hear her voice…
Why am I such an ungrateful bitch?! I mean, I may behave like my father, but deep-down I know that I am more like my mother. From her cold stares to her fascination with miniature items, I’ve inherited most of her traits.
Yet, I somehow manage to hurt her all the time. And since both of us are stubborn, we will just keep playing this game of pride to see who apologizes first.
Maybe I should just say I’m sorry.
If KAF tells me that there are no sandwiches left one more time, then I’m just going to stop going there permanently.
goddammit, all I want is a sandwich, why is that so hard?!!!!!
And the watch I got in the mail is bone-colored, khaki-colored more like it. Basically, Amazon.com is blind and cannot describe items. RETURN.
