Babyjustrun
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Title says it all.
Like just stuff you look back on and makes you feel like a terrible person, either with a very good reason, or for no reason at all.
There's these eggs that are called 'panned Easter eggs' they're disgusting, but one year my mother bought them for Easter because some of the other chocolate was just too expensive. This was way back before my mother worked, so yes, we had less money available to waste on junk. anyways, I threw a fit when I tried one, and went on and on about how nasty they were. I was so ungrateful and acted awful. This made me feel terrible when I remembered it and I wanted to cry.
when I was little I'd make my parents buy me McDonalds, but I would never finish it. I just feel bad for wasting that food.
There's a picture of my uncle's mother (I'm not blood related to this uncle) at Christmas. I was showing my actual grandmother something i got, and this woman was leaning over trying to see what it was. I am almost certain I probably never showed her what it was, I hardly acknowledged her presence and wasn't really sure who she was until she died. She just came over at Christmas and sat there.
From the age of probably 2 until I was 5 I was afraid of my grandmother. I wouldn't talk to her.
Like just stuff you look back on and makes you feel like a terrible person, either with a very good reason, or for no reason at all.
There's these eggs that are called 'panned Easter eggs' they're disgusting, but one year my mother bought them for Easter because some of the other chocolate was just too expensive. This was way back before my mother worked, so yes, we had less money available to waste on junk. anyways, I threw a fit when I tried one, and went on and on about how nasty they were. I was so ungrateful and acted awful. This made me feel terrible when I remembered it and I wanted to cry.
when I was little I'd make my parents buy me McDonalds, but I would never finish it. I just feel bad for wasting that food.
There's a picture of my uncle's mother (I'm not blood related to this uncle) at Christmas. I was showing my actual grandmother something i got, and this woman was leaning over trying to see what it was. I am almost certain I probably never showed her what it was, I hardly acknowledged her presence and wasn't really sure who she was until she died. She just came over at Christmas and sat there.
From the age of probably 2 until I was 5 I was afraid of my grandmother. I wouldn't talk to her.