Published July 21, 2010 by crystalights


i didn’t wanna complain that she bought the wrong kind of instant noodles.

but i want her to know that it is not the kind that i asked for.

and then mom was fussing at me for complaining at what my sis bought for me.

why does it feel like i’m the bitchy diva when everyone’s trying to unconsciously pacify me and my demands?

i feel like a difficult child once again.



it’s not like i’ll throw them away or something.

i don’t just throw food away.


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