Geez I feel so loved. I was just at a facial appointment (basically getting mud masks to help clear up my skin) and the lady who was doing it (not gonna say any names) was saying how cute my brother was. She said that he was worried about getting parts of the mask in his hair; and how everybody thought that he was so cute.
But she never said anything about me. (Well I'm not cute so I can see why) And when he left he got some cookies. When I left I got nothing. But I don't care.
I feel like a fucken spoiled brat complaining about not getting what she wants.
I don't care about the cookies.
I just wished someone loved me
But I know I'm not loved so it doesn't really matter
YOU ARE READING
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Randomok well it started off stupid and as a joke but it kinda became my journal that i rant in a lot oops. kinda triggering to some people i guess
