...And if you're Stephen, a bedroom under the stairs
Harry potter cupboard style!
Just been catching up, my observations from today -
1. The amount of "poor me, trying to be unique, me-est me that ever meed"
![Ox :ox: 🐂](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f402.png)
![Pile of poo :poop: 💩](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f4a9.png)
posts are increasing. How
bleeping sad does one have to be that whenever she
scrolls through tattle sees someone who doesn't think she's their cup of tea, she HAS to do a post in response about "being unique/out there"
![Face with rolling eyes :rolling_eyes: 🙄](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f644.png)
2. When she captioned said pity post on her stories as "a little bit about me". Everything Emma. Everything. Is. Always. About. You.
![Face with rolling eyes :rolling_eyes: 🙄](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f644.png)
![Face with rolling eyes :rolling_eyes: 🙄](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f644.png)
3. The one half arsed reference to remembrance Day is all about HER (no surprises there then).
I could go on but my brain is hurting just from that. She's grotesque.