My new asthma medicines are working alright, that's good.
I washed my sheets today, that's good.
Cross country is okay, that's good.
I like music, music rocks.
I need to dust my room, that's icky.
We have no milk so i can't make anything, that's gay.
My parents are inevitably going to get divorced soon, that's...well i dunno.
AND my fishie died
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