How like…so inconsiderate. My mom took the peach tart (that i had really liked) that aaron\\’s friend made for the party last Saturday and gave it to somebody. WITHOUT TELLING ME. So apparently, the pie tin is gone too. GONE!<\/i>, she said as she flung her hands up in the air.<\/p>\n
My mom didn\\’t even apologize, but then we never apologize in this family. Never.<\/p>\n
For some reason, I am not liking living at home. My mom asks me every night whether I am going to be home for dinner. Wouldn\\’t it be easier to just say that I am not? Because every evening, the dinner is something I dislike. I eat all the parts I like…then try to swallow (without puking) the rest. My distaste of the entire meal throws away any appetite I have.<\/p>\n
I think I should have people sign a contract once they decide that they must get to know me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
How like…so inconsiderate. My mom took the peach tart (that i had really liked) that aaron\\’s friend made for the party last Saturday and gave it to somebody. WITHOUT TELLING ME. So apparently, the pie tin is gone too. GONE!, … Continue reading