Public post 839353 in Mental Health | RAW Social

came home after that ass-kicking of a game, and now I’m in the kitchen like a damn mad scientist trying to whip up something nice for my friend. Nerves are skyrocketing. It’s just pasta, but what if it tastes like total crap? Do I even remember how to cook? I’m freaking out, like what if they think I’m a terrible chef? Hell, what if they never let me cook again? Seriously though, if I screw this up, I'm gonna need a therapy session. Why is this so much pressure? Like, just make the damn spaghetti and pray for the best, right? Here’s hoping I don’t burn the house down..