Weird One
I’m happy when I’m at my house because I like it when my little brother and sister pick on me for some weird reason. I do not know why though but it would be nice if we could get along sometimes.
But like that’s ever going to happen.
Sometimes my mum says that I'm too precious to her whatever that means, it's not like I'm her favourite, or am I?
Sometimes I can’t feel it in my brain but that’s what I think. It's not all the time that I get picked to be a favorite anyway, but sometimes I do.
See ya next time on my blog post.
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