LilianaRenee

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I smile, because when I cry it doesn’t help. When I cry, all it does is make people ask if I’m okay. i would love nothing more than to punch these people. I’m sitting here crying, but yes, I’m perfectly happy. I mean, come on, give me a break. Obviously I’m not okay.
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‎*Mom hands me phone to answer*

Me:
Hello?
Telemarketer:
Hello, is your mother home?
Me:
I have no mother.
Her:
Well can I speak to your father?
Me:
Yeah, which one?
Her:
Which one is home?
Me:
Well they're both home..but I don't think you want to talk to Carlos. He just went through a breakup with his boyfriend, Antonio.
Her:
Oh, so your fathers' names are Carlos and Antonio?
Me:
No, no! My fathers' names are Carlos and Mark.
Her:
So who's Antonio?
Me:
I just told you, Carlos's ex.
Her:
So Carlos was cheating?
Me:
Yes, but that's only because Mark was cheating with Edith, our neighbor.
Her:
So Carlos cheated only because Mark cheated?
Me:
No, he THOUGHT Mark was cheating.
Her:
So Mark wasn't cheating?
Me:
I never said that.
Her:
Yes, yes you did!
Me:
No I didn't.
Her:
Y-yes! You did!
Me:
Did what?
Her:
Y-you- Never mind have a nice day, goodbye.