So when I was 7 my brother and my sister used to play a sick prank on me
So when I was sweeping up trash they would come over to me when I THOUGHT I was done, they would tell me I missed a spot. I look over and see some small crumbs and dust on the ground. I went to get it up but it was impossible! It just kept slipping off the broom!
This would go on for hours after hours...
And one time when they did it, it lasted the whole night... and they refused to let me go to sleep... each day I would stay up all night just to make them happy.
I got so sick of not getting any sleep and I even had back pain.
It hurt a lot but they didn't care.
So I stopped cleaning up after them...
They got mad and to this day im still forced to clean.
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My Vent Book
RandomI have been mentally unstable and decided to make a book were I can just let all me feelings go without being interrupted or someone else venting to me when I try to... or worst of all being made fun of...
