ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

 Marlie here <3!!

''𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍?''

-ʟɪʟʏ ᴀʟʟᴇɴ

AUGHHHHHH I HATE THIS. I HATE IT HERE. I WANT TO MOVE OUT THIS GODDAMN FUCKING WHITE DEPARTMENT-

I was making a special paper for the letter I'm gonna write to my wife and like, I had painted it with coffee to make it more poetic and pretty. And since the paper was now wet, I placed it in a door that had like- a see-though material so it could dry and I could burn the edges of the paper later.

As you may not know, I'm currently living in an apartment with my grandma, my incell uncle-grandpa and my dad. And my uncle-grandpa is SUCH A BAD PERSON-

Not only is he a nazi and a racism, but he's also homo and transphobic and my dad is gay and trans... (    ´Α｀)\

Not only that, but he also hates theatre kids (which I am) and overall hates everything and everyone that isn't him.

It's impossible to live with him in the house, my eye started having twitches and all and I'm super stressed as well as my dad.

Anyway, I was letting the paper dry there and like- When I came back to the kitchen, the paper wasn't there. I fucking panicked. Like never before.

Searced the entire department except the two rooms (My grandma's and mine, which is being used by my incell uncle) 

After finding out there was no signs of the paper, I was FURIOUS. I couldn't cry tho. 

I made another sheet and placed it in the bathroom mirror I share with my granny and just let it there dry. I know she wouldn't touch any of my things because she actually cares about me.

I texted my wife and told her what happened and she said that she didn't care if this second design wasn't 'that pretty as the first one' as I said, she only cared that I made it and that I made it with love and dedication.

I luv her sm- (* ´ ▽ ` *)ﾉ

Heiwa my one and only wife forever.

We're gonna get married fr one day. We're already married (half-jokingly, but we have matching rings) 

Update: 

Today's morning I asked my grandma if she could ask her brother if she had seen a paper like the one I had dried overnight in her bathroom. (I don't even want to talk to him)

And guess what? He "saw it on the floor" and thought it was trash so he trew it away. IT WAS A PERFECT SHEET OF PAPER, TF-

And then he blamed me and said I should be more careful with my things?????

Like???

He threw it away. It's his fault. He shouldn't have touched something that wasn't his.

My grandma only asked him to ask the next time he saw something that wasn't his. 

I just want to smash his head against the glass where the sheet was drying.

Marlie out <3 !!!