Life is a bitch
Life is a bitch. Life is a terrible piece of shit. Life makes sure that when you're having a high of good emotions to remind you of the hell hole you live in. Even when your flat on your face life refuses to give you a break. It especially likes to wait til you feel weakest to remind you of many things. Such as:
-Your Daddy is gone for 3 weeks
-You're crying from your left eye, that means its out of pain. (scientifically proven)
-When you buy clothes you go to Walmart first because its cheapest there
-Your friend Rachel isn't your friend. She's a liar. You were a makeshift friend. A friend to be there for her until he other friend, Michelle came back. And Michelle knew exactly what she was doing. You could tell. From that moment she saw you comfort Rachel and look for her, Michelle knew you were a threat to being Rachel's best friend. Michelle unobviously to Rachel slowed pushed you out of Rachel's life until it was like you didn't exist anymore. YOU WERE FORGOTTEN.
-Your little sister can be such a cunt
-You have to go to a summer camp you didn't even want to go to over your b-day.
Many things happened today but I am just too tired today. I'll explain tomorrow.
Goodnight Lucky happy people.
-Calli :(
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My Hell
Non-FictionThis is the straight up story of my hell. Anything I say in here is the complete truth. I will not use real names for the sake of privacy, I guess you can kinda say this is a blog of some sort. Edited: This is my blog from the years 2017-2020. Come...
