Blob

Fourteen years old, the “fake emo” phase was definitely in. Depressed about non issues. It was cool to stay home on the weekends and post emo selfies, before they were “selfies” on MySpace. Dad says, “You know, you’re a blob. That’s what I’m calling you from now on. A Blob. You don’t do shit. You sit around, stuff your face. Blob. Blob. BLOB. “

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