please, dear i wanna breathe, i'm dying i just ugh where is my head? everything i know denied i am beggining to embrace! this is horrible i wanna like puke. can i puke? is it possible? i dont know what im going to do, this is insanity. i cried on my bathroom floor a couple days ago. i think this coke bottle is bursting. ugh! on a daily basis i think these things (not in order sorta)
Morning: FUCK! school, dammit one two three go..
Bus Stop: Shittttt. Ugh can i just walk back and go to sleep?
Class 1: UGH! -cryingface-
Class 2: STOCKHAM Shut up please?! I know this just give me the damn assignment already before i tag the shit out of your desk... hmm i think ill put pinkie pie right....HERE!
Class 3: WHAT THE FUCKKKK! Mrs.McGuthrie please oh dear miss please stab me viciously
Class 4: DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT! SCREW THIS -cryface-
Class 5: BITCHES! ugh basketball? FML.
Class 6: I'm still alive, just draw ohh text, draw, text, draw, BAILEY YOU CRACKED OUT WEIRDO ITS A DRAWING NOT A VAGINA!
Bus: Omg home home home home home home...
Home: "hey baby how was schoool" "schoolish" really i wanna say SCREW SCHOOL IM HOME! -jollyyyy-
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