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Dear Diary,
Mood: Apathetic
My life is spiraling downward. I couldn’t get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert. It sucks cause they play some of my favorite songs like “Stab My Heart Because I Love You” and “Rip Apart My Soul” and of course “Stabby Rip Stab Stab” And it doesn’t help that I couldn’t get my hair to do that flippy thing either…like that guy from that band can do….some days you know...
My life is just a black abyss... ya know...it’s so dark. And it’s suffocating me, grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip, tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans...which look great on me by the way.
... I feel like tacos.
Mood: Apathetic
My life is spiraling downward. I couldn’t get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and Suffocate Me Dry concert. It sucks cause they play some of my favorite songs like “Stab My Heart Because I Love You” and “Rip Apart My Soul” and of course “Stabby Rip Stab Stab” And it doesn’t help that I couldn’t get my hair to do that flippy thing either…like that guy from that band can do….some days you know...
My life is just a black abyss... ya know...it’s so dark. And it’s suffocating me, grabbing a hold of me and tightening its grip, tighter than a pair of my little sisters jeans...which look great on me by the way.
... I feel like tacos.
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HEY HOW ARE YOU DOING!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!