#queuestack modus

today: cried. told my mom about everything that's been going on that has me sad and made sure my grandma didn't hear anything. grandma hears one thing about me having given money to someone who got me gifts, always tried to pay for my food, and now really needs money. goes into a fit. tell her my only sense of self-worth is helping people. listening to someone, giving advice or comparing to similar past experiences, being physically there for something they might not want to do alone. she finally stops talking and we just watch jeopardy and wheel of fortune rather silently. quesadilla got cold from me talking and crying to my mom, and the usual "well if you aren't going to eat any of that then give it to me i'll eat it since you refuse to eat" bullcrap from my grandma, finished the slice i had started and gave the last piece to her. ate some yogurt, finally got banette, luckily two of them, since all other thursday's i've forgotten  what day of the week of it or remember too late and it's 12 a.m.. friday night. 

All I want for my birthday is Karezi and Cromara arts.