so today needs to die. so 8th period i had study, and so i went up to my guidance counselor to talk to her about nhs. so i get there and shes not there. great. so i wait a bit, and she finally walks in and brings me into her office, where she sits me down, hands me a box of tissues, and tells me to explain whats wrong. so i do. i cry. i bitch. etc
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