The pain won't go away, Kurt Cobain. And that's a promise.
I don't know what happened.
I was looking for Kurt Cobain converse on ebay (because God, i want those so bad), and my mum was sitting next to me, and then i found a PERFECT PAIR, a teensy bit small for me but i could make that work, i really could. And then my dad walks in and he laughs, saying, "Like we're going to pay that much money for a pair of shoes."
And then he asks me why they were so important.
And i thought about it.
By the time i started crying, my dad had left the room, but my mum hadn't. I didn't really care that i was crying in front if her, but it hurt, and i couldn't breathe very well, and i guess that had some influence over how i felt. I didn't stop crying for a while. My eyes were still puffy and red by the time i went to bed.
I haven't cried like that since ... since my first year of high school.
(And i didn't realise until now that i don't have an icon for being immeasurably sad. I need to fix that up right away.)