The other day, my mom brought home chipotle for dinner. I had texted her my order and was so excited for my burrito bowl. But when I got my burrito bowl, there was no sour cream, no corn, and they had put mild salsa on it. I hate salsa, especially when it's just diced tomatoes. I was so upset with the contents of my burrito bowl, I started crying. Full-blown, bratty, tantrum crying. Senior year is really stressful okay. Everything is so fragile, that when something goes wrong, it all shatters.
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