Gcool9353
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My food mom told me earlier today she was going to cook me dinner tonight. She hasn’t since I was little, I can make my own food but if she offers I’ll take it. She calls everyone and says dinners ready. I walk out into the dining room and she looks at me and says “oh I forgot to make you any”. I was immediately filled with rage as this foid decided to spike my cortisol and ruin my meal plan in one night. I’m so furious. Then she caves in and gets me goyslop. Like the good little soldier I am I was so excited and no longer angry at the good. Cortisol at an all time low. 20 minutes later my Whataburger is here, plain and dry spicy chicken sandwich. Or so I thought. I open the sandwich to find one piece of lettuce. I immediately screamed and punched my wall. I can never just have one good fucking day. The universe has been plotting to destroy me since the day I was born. I hate my life.
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