| Sandwich He begs me to tell him what's wrong with me, but it seems really stupid to tell him that there's no bread to make a sandwich and that's why I'm doubled up and crying in the middle of the kitchen. For some reason, I'm going to tell him, even though I know he'll never understand me. He doesn't understand the weight of me finally getting out of bed at 6 to make myself a sandwich but there was no bread which reminded me that there was no nothing in my life. He just doesn't see a future where there's always bread, like I do Maybe that's what's really wrong with me. All I wanted was a sandwich, but I can never have that. I don't tell him this, though. I just say "There's no bread," and go back to my room and shut the door. |