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chapter 9...instagram

I'm on instagram .....I'm taking a selfie with my new designer bag that my dad bought me

I'm putting the hashtag #newbag

I'm the luckiest daughter in the world ...my dad is rich he always buys me designer bags ......I check how many people likes my pic......100 people in 1 minute
Now I'm happy .....they should know how lucky of a person I am ...

I am rich ....I am pretty ....I have nothing ........I don't have anybody ....my mom has gone ....my dad is working hard ...he doesn't come home

all I get are greatings from far away ....I'm putting my phone down

I'm going outside ...nobody's there

But I'm happy ....I have likes

I have my bestfriend ...my phone ...instagram

(this story doesn't describe my life....I really wanna be a spoilt brat who carries Chanels...oh no I hate Chanel...I'd rather have some Balenciagas and LVs....but my dad isn't rich and I've to always fight my way up to the top.....my dad isn't rich in his bank accounts but he's rich in his heart, that's why I feel like I don't need fake friends ...all I need is my beloved family who are always there for me --->this story belongs to a lot of "instagrammers" out there who claims to be happy, who keeps posting about how happy and lucky they are, how lame other people are etc. but in real life they spend money on travelling around to enjoy watching on their phone checking their instagram datas......the story belongs to an good old friend of mine who told me that I'll never be as lucky and happy and rich as she is...the person who looks down on me and on other people ....the person who has money but no family, no love, but money)

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