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The bitch borrowed money for reasons she failed to list.
But we saw her with her nails done!
Shellac, she hash-tagged the life out of, even managing to upload a short video explaining her ‘fit,’ for today’s LET’S VALIDATE MELLISA LOOK!
But then that second text came through:
Hope you’re good?
I was wondering if you could lend me £60, please?
I have no food left and I need to get some bits in for my kids.
I know I’ve already borrowed £30 but I can give it all back next Friday when I get paid.
The bitch asked for more money, this time stating its for food for her kids. She has two.
But her latest post shows she’s spending coins in Armani.
Armani life, she hash-tagged with 29 Armani related tags that followed. A new purse was purchased, I guess that was to store borrowed money inside.
I read the message.
I logged onto Just Eat and ordered a waffle with syrup and vanilla ice-cream
The mom called her daughter a bitch.
She spat on her and accused her of sleeping with her best friend and another.
The mom punched her daughter multiple times in the head. She stuffed her mouth with cotton and wished her dead.
The mom choked her daughter and labelled her ugly. She felt that being dark was ugly. If you ain’t light then you ain’t right! Right?
The mom showered her daughter with negative thoughts. She always told her that she is nothing and will always be nothing.
The mom left marks on her daughter. Other moms agreed with the parts she shared with them. They spoke louder so the daughter could hear how disappointed they were with how she ‘treated,’ her mother.
The mom played the victim when confronted with facts.
The mom made sobbing noises on the phone to her friends. But her eyes remained tearless.
The mom blamed the daughter for everything bad in her life.
The daughter prayed and prayed and prayed.
Her eyes are so puffy from all the crying.
The mom lied and cried and lied some more. Her stories spread like a virus.
Maybe you eat the chicken raw if the chicken is what you like.
Maybe I cut the phone because I hate social connections.
Maybe you drink out of a larger cup because you’re greedy and don’t give a fuck that there’s nothing left for the rest of us.
Maybe I raise my eyebrows at you, for hoarding your shit. I hate it. All of it.
Maybe you apologise for being a dick and then wank yourself with an old sock.
Maybe, I’m just overthinking the possibilities? I mean, didn’t you say you were vegan?