Why are there people in this world who think I am a Barbie Doll?? When they first get me I am the best thing ever and then they play with me use me and throw me in a pile with all of their other crap and expect me to act like nothing is wrong a months later when they decide they want to play with me again... That because they have a house for me and clothes they want for me to wear I am supposed to be happy towards them no matter what...When they decide to pick me up out of their pile of crap I am supposed to be so happy to see them and act like they are the perfect person to me that I cannot live without them moving my legs to make me walk or telling me what to say to them or others...I AM NOT FRICKIN BARBIE!!!!!!!!
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