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begin. BLECK.
I don't want to write about the Thursday party, nor the impromptu party I went to last night. Nor Slaw, nor Denny, nor anyone else. I don't want to do my summer work for school, I don't want to work at Food Lion, I don't want to do my summer reading for SCAEL. I don't want to have responsibilities. I want to stop caring when that's all I do. I want bitchy little hormonal teenagers to get over it. I want my bitchy little hormonal self to just shut up. I want silence. I want peace.
I want freedom.
FUCK THIS.end. | | |
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