Alright. So it's been one year. One extremely long year that seems as if it were ten. The day can only continue to get more miserable. Waking up and crying is a great way to get up. Not.
It doesn't seem like the last day of school at all. It seems like a typical friday, although it's not, and that I have to get up in 2 days and go to school again. I love that I don't though
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