I’m packing my stuff, and I find THIS.
It was at my…15th birthday so uh two years ago yeah mhm. We’re sitting at Olive Garden when I see my family freak out. They forgot about getting me a present, so uh they whipped up something while waiting for a table.
Don’t worry errone, i got moneyz afterwards.
At lunch
Brother:
*pats head while mom is writing a check* good...good dog
Mom:
what.
I love listening to people,
I love hearing what others have to say, finding all sides of a story, all of that.
Maybe that’s because I want people to get things off their chest…I mean I keep things all bottled up too BUT I’M WORKING ON IT! I just want to help others too I guess, because it feels fricken terrible. And I would know, of course.
