Thie week it's corn flakes

there's a time when you're a child, that you don't have the concept of "love isn't supposed to hurt this much".  all you know is no matter what you do, you'll never be more than an obligation.  actually, you don't even know that. all you have is some grey's anatomy meredithesque concept of "love me".  you do everything you can to please, but can never quite be whatever it is enough.  of course, your adult self realizes that not everyone is capable of love.  your child self still however still seeks reminders of that seemingly kinder, simpler time.  next week i'll have rice krispies. changes are coming.