Nervous the Survival

Thomas’s party went well. I was a nervous mess the entire way though and well aware that I was in my own personal hell. Luckily half the people there knew that and were understanding, the other half I don’t give a flying fuck about and I played happy well.

Back to Thomas.

He seemed to really enjoy himself. He was thrilled with his cake, let us sing to (at) him, and seemed to really enjoy his presents.

I won’t delve into how he was an ungrateful brat that purposely hurt my feelings by calling the day boring. I know he didn’t mean it so I’ll talk no more of it.

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