February 2012
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Nights where I just feel like I’m not good enough, you know?
3rd grade
friend: *whispering* if you're stupid say "what"
me: what
friend: OH MAN
OH
OH DEAR FUCKING CHRIST
I GOT YOU SO GOOD, THAT WAS AWESOME
SWEET, SWEET DICKS IN MY MOUTH. I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED THIS HARD. EVER.
JESUS. JESUS HELP ME.
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It’s the first time I’m really stressed for Econs, paper’s tomorrow and I’m fucked for nuts. Been throwing tantrums or even fits and I probably scared my guy buddy studying with me.