March 2nd, 11:37 at night. The last night I'll EVER have my ugly, useless, painful, depressing, enraging, deformed jaws. They're going away, they're getting fixed, and it's a fixed that I can't break. I feel a little nauseus at the thought that it will physically change me so much. But I'm not scared, I haven't been scared since the hypnotherapist
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