Clay the bee

2 things
          
          1. My birthday was 2 days ago meaning this is my second birthday since having wattpad wish is shocking and 
          
          2. I'm sorry for being so inactive, I've got less motivation to write n all, I might write my comic story here tho so be prepared for that lol

This week has been so fucking horrible I really want to fucking kill myself right now

I just made a mistake and I'm gonna cry. 
          
          So me and my sister talked about money, for christmas you know, and I accidentally said I got a 100 euro from my aunt as a present when she was here. I wanted to keep that money for top surgery since my original money got stolen from my mother, you all know the story. And now I have to give it to the same person who stole it in first place. I want to fucking die cause either I have to do that or my sister will say it. I'm fucking done. I just managed to get almost the amount of money back that got stolen and now this shit. I cant work to get it back beside of presents and my ass of a sister said I should give th money over 50 euro to my parents. I dont want, but I have to, and it's all my mistake, why is this week so fucking horrible, why does the world hate me so fucking much, why cant everything just fucking stop for one fucking second. Why is life so difficult , I'm to young to have it difficult for fuck sake I'm crying

Sis lysm

I was at my sisters house for liek,2 weeks. While I was at hers my mother decided to clean my already cleaned room. I didnt gave her the allowance. Anyway she said there was money just freely lying around on my desk and she put it in envelope to my books. My dad said he cought her trying to steal her. At first I thought he meant it as joke. It wasnt. I had two envelopes with money. One exclusive for the surgery/s and the other for school or something like that. She found the one for surgery in which were 130 to 160 euro. She took it. All of it. And she keeps on denying it that its mine and saying that it's my fault for just laying it around. 
          
          I know what she used it for tho. Yesterday she went with my dad and relatives to a restaurant. I wasnt invited. Meaning she took MY money and used it for HERSELF. how I know it's my money? She took out a envelope on which stand "my money" in my writing. AND SHE HAD THE AUDACITY TO ASK FOR MORE. 
          
          I gave them more but because of my father not my mother. She said I would "get it back". As if. 
          
          So now I can start from new. I cant use the other money because of school and the next time I have a "I get money"phase is in 5 months and even tho, only from like, 2 people. 
          
          I know she takes my money. I once as a small kid saved like 260 euro. She took the money and threw away the box I kept it in. I'm gonna cry.

Oh btw. My favourite artist adopted me, they arent as toxic as my real parents lol
          

➴Read it all 
          
          
          ➤I mean it Read it all If you were killed,I wouldn't be at your funeral I'd be in jail for killing the person who killed you We are true friends We ride together,we die together Send this to everybody you care about including me See how many times you get this If you get this back I understand But this is a game for you Once you read this letter, You must send this to 15 people you love If you get atleast 3, you are loved Nobody knows how important something,someone, is until you lose it Midnight(right at 12:00 am) the person you love will realize they love you Then at 1:00 am to 2:00 am,be ready for the shock of your life If you break this chain,you will have bad luck A friend told me to do this so I pasted it on Who knows maybe tomorrow,two boys / girls will ask 'Can I have your number' Send this to 15 nice people or bad luck will strike for a year
          
          
           This is not fake for god sake✨
          
          
          Ily Ren,❤

When you drew a vent on your story on Instagram and you hope this one person that cares way to much about you doesnt go on Instagram this day (they dont often go on Instagram) and 10 minutes after you finished the vent they like a text message you send: 
          
          
          
          FUUUUUUUCKKK

Making a live on Instagram is so goddamn sad. I got the feeling that my followers hate me.
          
          
          
          They probably do. 
          
          
          
          I understand it. 
          
          
          
          
          I hate myself too.

I just made the biggest mistake in my whole life, goodbye, I'm gonna kill myself