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or the undead, call toll-free 888-Ghost 13. That's 888 446 78 13 now today's grave confession uh so i wanted to tell you

something that happened to me when i was eight i am the youngest of three and my sisters and I would often get in fights.

And my two older sisters would tag team, and this is something that really would piss me off.

And when they would tattletail on me and my mom would get so pissed and she would give me a spanking

so it just got to the point where I just got really frustrated so on one particular night

it was really late. And for whatever reason, my sister started getting up on me. And it was probably like, who knows, like one o'clock. So I was up really late. It was like one o'clock and my sisters were

kind of bullying me, almost like like hitting me. And I got so pissed off that I left. Well, I stormed

upstairs. And I remember, okay, now keep in mind, I was like extremely angry for being really young.

Okay. And, you know, when I think back, I'm thinking, oh my God, I don't think I've ever been that upset in a really, really, really long time.

So there's a point of me telling you that. So anyway, I stormed off and I was really pissed off and I started huffing and puffing.

And this is where it gets, I mean, okay, don't laugh. I mean, I guess you can laugh. But this is like kind of

ridiculous. So I was storming upstairs, like, almost like really dramatically. And I'm like,

and I remember I was like wearing this like really

this nightgown this pink little nightgown and okay and I ripped it from where the collar is

and like imagine like you know the Hulk where he like rips off his you know his top once he's

transforming I literally felt like that's what I look like.

Just like, I ripped up and I was like, and I like stormed in my room. And I slammed my door so

hard. I didn't even turn on the light. Well, and I slammed a door so hard that everything rattled.

Like I can hear the mirror rattling, my drawers rattling. And I remember I plopped down on my bed and like, I'm still like,

and like I just felt like to the point where I'm like so sick of this right and my blinds

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