Sooooo… Daddy tasked me with journaling about my denial experience and posting it. He knows I hate writing, so OBVIOUSLY, I used ChatGPT to make it easier on myself. Sent him what I came up with, feeling all proud of my little life hack, and immediately snitched on myself like the honest (yet chaotic) brat I am. Daddy, however ? Not impressed. Apparently, “it’s not from my heart” when I do this. He wants me to rewrite it myself and have it ready for him when he wakes up. Oh, and now there’s a new rule: I’m officially banned from using ChatGPT for writing tasks. Which is honestly rude. I told him if he hates me, he should just SAY that. (Obviously fishing for a reaction.) But he sees through me. Every. Single. Time. Instead of reacting, he hits me with, “Let’s change your perspective on this.” And I swear, the way this man strings together words??? He actually made it sound reasonable.. like writing could be some meaningful exercise and not just a cruel and unusual punishment. Disgusting.

And yet, despite his compelling argument, I WILL NOT GIVE IN. For the sacred integrity of brat-hood, I simply cannot just do as I’m told. So no, I will not be rewriting this task. And yes, I will be paranoid about the consequences all day. Will I regret it? Probably. Will I learn my lesson? Absolutely not. Do I realize that if I had put this much energy into just redoing the damn task instead of being stubborn and dramatic, I would have been finished by now?… Yes. But that would just make too much sense, and I am a brat, not a logical, well-behaved individual. I REFUSE to let common sense win. Not today. Not ever. This is my truth. #BratLife #PrayForMe