They gave me shitty Chinese food, come on, what the fuck. They should have just told me to cook myself, I wouldn't have had a problem with that. I'm pretty sure they honestly didn't give a flipping fuck, because I don't care how many customers they had, they could have made better food.. it does last. This is fucking bullshit, nobody calls me just to call me. Nobody. Nobody at all. Aren't I a decent person? I take all the flack from my father, the constant jabbing and shouting when I'm with him, I understand that's his illness, I don't take it to heart. But I listen to people, I try. I don't fucking need people to fuck up my food when I'm already pissed. Fucking hell.