Well, FML (3)

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YO I'M BACKKKKK let's get started !! Warning: There will be swearing in this, so if you can't take that, please go read my other chapters or something.

I change into pajamas that Thomas lent me from his ex - though I was disgusted at that comment, I still changed into it. It felt like ass, and it smelt like horse-shit of an ex. I look through the house, and find myself in Thomas' room, which looked like luxury, but I couldn't stop thinking about his ex. I walk in to feel soft carpet on my somewhat pale feet. I see drawers on the side, and pictures, so I walk up there and see his ex.

Her name was Lexy Marcartney, long black hair down to her knees, no makeup - a natural beauty. I looked at Thomas, he was smiling with him, the hotness of him makes my ovaries explode. It was pretty obvious why Thomas would be dating Lexy, she's beautiful, flawless; perfect. Then I look at me behind a mirror, pale as hell, ugly dirty brown hair (no hate to brown haired people), ugly half-done makeup.

It's depressing.

Really Depressing.

a/n: yo this sounds sad wowza


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