Mother complains as she looks through the stuff that I've decided to give away and throw away. She pretty much takes out a third from the things to give away and reprimands me for not knowing how to treasure stuff. Well, sometimes it's time to let go and I'm sorry if I didn't like the stuff you got for me? Sorry that our tastes hardly ever match each others.
As I sort out my stuff, I realize how much mother snoops around my stuff and reads through my things. Not much respect no?
Hey, at least I'm cleaning out my room so stop scolding me already. That's all you do for majority of my life. Aren't you sick of it?
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Summer Eclipse
I see rainbows, speak glitter and clap butterflies. I draw my own clouds, paint my skies purple and make it rain jellybeans. You could say that I'm weird but I'm just a dreamer that likes everything to be filled with a bit of randomness and all of that.
Cause I'm Mr. Brightside
:3
Cause I'm Mr. Brightside
:3
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