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julienotjuly 𝕺𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘|𝕿𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐,𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗?
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Why am I crying? This was suppose to be a special day, my special day... They were all invited but, they never came, I wonder why. If they never come, I’ll let these candles burn this place down. I’ll cry my heart out until my pity party’s in flames...

By: julienotjuly

♡~p i t y p a r t y~♡

Tomorrow will be my birthday and I’m very excited about it. I’ve prepared everything for this special occasion. I’ve made invitations for the guests, I’ve even put hearts on every cursive letter. I’ve put the decorations for tomorrow. Everything was going smoothly...

The time has come, today is my birthday. I woke up ecstatic and bubbly for this very special day. I sat down, patiently waiting for the guests to arrive. After what felt like an eternity, no one came. Tears started falling down my cheek. Why am I crying?

This was suppose to be a special day, my special day... They were all invited but, they never came, I wonder why. Was this a cruel joke on me or did my invitations disappear? Either way, I’m left alone, again... This is my pity party...

I started to pop the balloons one by one. I started to smile again, it felt like the day when I decided to “pop” their... never mind... After that, I go for the presents, it makes me remember about when I hid their... forget it... Lastly, I take a knife and cut through the cake violently.

It gushed out red strawberry jam, it looks exactly like... nothing... The candles were still lit so, I let them burn this whole place down. I’m crying, I’m laughing, it feels like I’m dying. I guess I’ll cry my heart out until my pity party’s in flames...

My vision slowly started to turn blurry. Everything around me was spinning. I started laughing hysterically like a psychopath and eventually passed out. I soon woke up in a empty room and then, a silhouette came up to me, it was a therapist. She interrogated me.

She showed me a journal with a news about the gruesome murder of the people who I invited to the party. I remember clearly that day now. The balloons were their heads getting “popped”. The cake was the blood of my victims... so delightful... The present symbolized the box I hid their body parts .

I told her all of the horrifying details of my murders. When she told me I was a cruel psychopath, I grinned and laughed, I couldn’t stop. I admitted to all of these horrendous murders and got sent to an insane asylum. This isn’t the end of me. I’ll be back and we’ll have fun together...

Author’s note : This was inspired by the song “Pity party” by Melanie Martinez (such an amazing artist), please check it out if you haven’t yet. I’m thinking to make more horror stories like this one so, stay tuned for more in the future~! (^з^)- ♡

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