It's fucking horrible. My family decided to go to a hungry horse. I personally hate it there because it's all fatty food and rowdy people who pour beer over eachother. We arrived, the place was packed. Took us over 5 minutes just to be seen only to be told it's an hour + wait for a table. My mum flipped, and went to the bar because she didn't want to wait. There were screaming children and the typical "if you don't stop crying when I get to the number freeee den you don't get no PlayStation later" and I was already feeling uncomfortable. My brother suggests why don't we go home, and my dad protests that we may as well stay. In the end my mum loses her shit and storms off, dad puts my brother and I in the car and only the 3 of us drive home. We found mum and she refused to get in the car. Dad, my brother, and I are now almost home and my mum somewhere walking home. Fucking hate eating out. I hate eating. And I hate when things like this happen because people lose their shit over tiny little petty things which didn't need to be stressed over in the first place. Dad's gone back out to get mum. I don't know if to start dinner or not. If I don't I'll be told I'm lazy. If I do (which I did and then decided not and put potatoes back in the freezer) then that will be a waste of food. I don't want to eat. I just fucking want to waste away as usual.
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Curiosity Cures; Curiosity Kills
Non-FictionA book about the ups and downs of whatever is happening, and a places for me to show you my pictures ? if any parts are perhaps triggering, there I'll be a warning at the beginning of the chapter with ⚠️ so you can just skip past x
