My Entire Life Is A Lie
I came downstairs this morning in my pajamas only to encounter a ghastly sight. There, on the couch, was my father, my own flesh and blood, staring intently as the high-definition television as it played the show "Bratz."
My dad... was watching Bratz.
If there was any doubt as to whether or not I'd go emo, this confirms it.
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