"I hate you."
"Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance."
"I am."
"Are you very sure?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?"
"No."
"Well, they should."
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Her definition of perfect was qu...
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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝟻: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚏?
♤✶ఌ𖨆ఌ✶ 𐐒𐐚 ✶ఌ𖨆ఌ✶♤
Camilla
Being alone.
And alone is what I'm about to be if I don't get that fucking flower cake specifically from this store.
"You don't understand I need that."
"And I need a raise," the woman said back to me.
I folded my hands on the counter, "Today is an important day, my friend Jordan is turning twenty-one and is very excited."
"Okay?"
I stopped myself from glaring at her and her purple sweater with cats on it, "That's her favorite cake and design you see and I need it."
"Make it yourself."
"I can't fucking," I sighed, "sorry. I can't make it myself under these circumstances."
"That's not my problem."
This is it.
I'm going to die.
"No one has any sympathy for anyone," I said, "I've had a long week lady, you know how many fucking idiots I dealt with at work? Too many to count. All I need is that fucking cake with the little flowers on it since it's Jordan's favorite and you're preventing me from doing that," I ranted.
"I don't care."
Oh.
I see how it is.
That was a tangled reference, Kaz really likes that movie for some reason.
It's alright.
How much dignity do I have? None at this moment.
A tear slipped down my cheek and she furrowed her eyebrows at me, "What are you doing?"
"Oh so now I'm overreacting?" I said gaining people's attention.
"I would never-"
"I thought we had something," I sobbed, "it was all a lie. And on my birthday too?"
