Same-The Story of My Life

2:Fabulous - That Is My Simple Request

So I love food, but I'm a picky eater. I walked into the kitchen for lunch and glanced at the pantry and saw a hoagie bun. The last hoagie bun. I got so excited so I went to the fridge and started pulling out the meat (haha), cheese, lettuce, and all that other good shit. Then I hear my mom say "we don't have any hoagie buns left so you can use some regular bread." Is she fucking blind? I told her that there's one left and then I went to get it and IT WAS A FRICKIN HOT DOG BUN! I am so done, I got all hyped up to have a bomb ass hoagie sandwich and then I get my heart broken! All I wanted was a sandwich...and then you tell me I basically can't have one? I am underweight by 69 pounds and I am the pickiest eater in the United states of america. I CANNOT AFFORD TO SKIP A MEAL! And to make matters worse I walk into the dinning room and my brother.is sitting there. Eating. A hoagie. WHAT? HE WILL EAT ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING THEREFORE HE DOESN'T NEED THE HOAGIE BUN! "You're overreacting" am i? Am I really? Fight me bitch!

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