
Moving on...
I never thought helping out at my mother's stall would be this hard. And sometimes it just gets me on my nerves. I hate it whenever a customer gets all arrogant. And whenever i had to send their food to their tables, some of them just have this fucking arrogant face and sometimes i fucking feel like shoving their food right in their fucking face. And whenever i start to curse them, my mother told me to be patient. The problem is, i can't be fucking patient. I fucking hate it when somebody gets me on my nerves. And tomorrow is another day of hell. Great!
.fuck.off.