Stares Motherfuckerly.

My mom often cooks food that i dislike somehow if it is the taste or just how it just looks. It doesn't take me a while to realize but a good 20+ years to know that it is because my brother doesn't like' em the way i I like them. Today, my mom cooked tofu with chilli. It turns out my brother doesn't like them. Me, however, is my favourite, but I never really told my mom. Just casual saying that i really love how the restaurant made them but never really stays in their menu. I'm not even mad, I'm too old to be mad at mom for this. It just made me feel a lot of things because how could you do that to me. Im your kid, too. Right now, I acknowledge why my mom never made various dishes/ menus. Despite my offer to make dinner or lunch. Somehow, my parents dont like the way, how and what I cooked. It is always the same things over again. If I dont eat whatever she made, i feel guilty for her and the food, but now knowing the reason made me overthink the worst. The worst part is that my brother doesn't live with us, he pop every once in a while. Mind you, he has a job and lives a good 5+ hour drive from us. I love my brother. he's the best. I never doubt that he will do anything for us. But the moment I knew and realized, broke my heart a little.

Somehow, I do love watch my world burn. MUAHAHAHA

I know how to make friends, I just don't know how to make them stay.