Dear Fay,
I'm so fucking pissed. I was barely on my phone today at all. Then my mom goes you were on it like all morning. Like wtf woman. Let me back up. My parents have this idiotic rule in which I can't be one my phone more than two hours, per day. If I am, they'll take my phone away. Logically speaking, this makes me more obsessed with my phone and insecure if it isn't with me and always checking it. So my wonderful mother told my dad I was on it all morning, and guess what? He fucking believed her. The damn woman walks out of her room and I plug my phone into the computer to make more room for pictures (downloading pictures on the computer). And she counts that as time on my phone. Then my rabid fangirl self comes out and I visualize myself as a werewolf in a supernatural war and shaking wolves as if they are dog chew toys. And she's like ahhh! You growled use your words OMG. So I'm just like would you rather me bite your head off literally or figuratively.
Truly yours- or is it yours truly?
Eh...,
Rose
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Dear Fay
RandomWhen your internet best friend decides you've come too close what do you do after you part ways? One way would be talk about it. Another would be to become depressed or even suicidal. Rose's way is to write. And she writes, pretending to talk to Fay...
