stress stress stress. that's all i feel. i don't want to grow up. i don't want to be responsible. i don't want to work. i want to marry a rich guy and not have to do a thing.
fucking cunts. you create drama over stupid shit. you say that the drama is done, and then you do something dumb. oh, and what you did yesterday was so dumb, and you didn't even do it right because we realized that it was you cunts that did it. real brilliant. and i'm sure if i went, there would've been more.
may needs to come right now.
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