I want to scream, cry, punch something... Kill someone but I can't. It's my fault and... Ugh!
I spilt chocolate ice cream all over my text books. I want to kill myself for that. They're ruined.
-sigh-
Two hundred and some odd dollars, gone. Poof. Just like that.
Damnit... But it's not like they're ruined beyond repair. I just can't sell them to buy my
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