But someone told me to post something. No, it was not me or some alternate personality, it was a real person.
So what to talk about? How about my life? Nah, no one wants to know what I did over the weekend.
How about my mom's life? No.
How about my baby girl? She wanted my birthday cake ice cream but that's not gonna happen because she's a mooch but she's soooo cyoooooooot.
How about getting rejected? Oh yeah! That happened. That was fun. Reminded me why I don't talk to people.
Okay okay this post is now about being rejected.
It sucks. That makes me 0 for 3 now which is not very good for the self esteem.
Okay post over go to bed.
Moral of the story: oh hey it's 9-11. Aw.
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