The bro just got me a trash journal, hahahah.

So, what do i write here? My feelings? My day? My thoughts on my brother being gay?

Hah, rhyme.

Okay, so let's start off fresh. My name is Lucy, I'm nine years old, I'm currently being raised by my 25 year old brother Connie (who's fucking gay, i mean have you seen his boyfriend? i even walked on em yesterday!), he's a scientist who get's hunched up in his lab IN THE MIDDLE OF THE LAKE.

He sends me to school, then rows his little fucking boat to his lab, does gay science shit with his boyfriend, and at 5:30 i need to row across a lake that's 30 meters from my school. by myself. and i stay at the lab for a bit, doing homework and occasionally walking in on Connie and Rigby doing it RIGHT IN THE LAB

And then we row back.

Yes, Rigby follows

i fucking hate that guy

Y'know, if him and Connie ever get married, i'm NEVER gonna consider him as a brother-in-law. But hey, good luck to them because, you know, society.

I'm not sure if i should vent in this, but my mom died in a car crash when i was 2 and my dad couldn't handle it anymore and let a car hit him on the road when i was 5

heh

Anyways, i'm a patient at Kirkton Sanatorium in Aberdeen, Scotland. i'm suffering from TB, and i'm gonna die in 3 years.

:)

Blah blah blah, all that shit

i better hide this from him, he'll kill me for sure

Aight, signing out

𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮 𝓜.

Lucy, you can't hide from me, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU. COME DOWNSTAIRS OR IT WILL BE WORSE

Fine, Mom

LUCELLE ARIANA FLORENCE DE MONTFAUCON