All I ask for in life is that my family leave me one slice of pizza. But no. Everyone else had already had three or four and there was one slice left and my mother, (she who always fucking does this) ate it, after I asked her to leave me a slice, ate it. And now I'm wet angry.
Basically, I'm crying.
I was really fucking looking forward to that pizza.
Basically, I'm crying.
I was really fucking looking forward to that pizza.