what the hell am i thinking? why am i writing a book? i dont even have any ideas in mind, im fucking exhausted.
its literally 7 am right now, i should be sleeping, MY MOM WILL FUCKING RUN AFTER ME WITH A SLIPPER, A BELT, AND A FUCKING SHOE
anyways, aside from that.
my family hates me.
i was just telling my mom about the books that i have ordered, and guess what, she told me to shut up.
MY. OWN. MOM. TOLD. HER. DAUGHTER. TO. FUCKING. SHUT. UP?!!
and then, AND THEN,
i decided to tell my dad about THE BOOKS THAT I HAVE ORDERED AND HE ALSO TOLD ME TO SHUT UP?!!
not cool man... not cool.
anyways, my fingers hurt right now so i will post later!
Before you go, this book is just talking about things that recently happened to me.
goodmorning? goodnight? goodafternoon? i dont know what to say at this point,
GOODBYE!!!
word count: 161
YOU ARE READING
Therapy
Randomliterally just talking about my life here, nothing else. please dont send hate, i know i know that im just wasting my time here and blah blah blah but i swear this is therapy for me. thank you. i think
