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what the hell am i thinking? why am i writing a book? i dont even have any ideas in mind, im fucking exhausted.

its literally 7 am right now, i should be sleeping, MY MOM WILL FUCKING RUN AFTER ME WITH A SLIPPER, A BELT, AND A FUCKING SHOE

anyways, aside from that.

my family hates me.

i was just telling my mom about the books that i have ordered, and guess what, she told me to shut up.

MY. OWN. MOM. TOLD. HER. DAUGHTER. TO. FUCKING. SHUT. UP?!!

and then, AND THEN,

i decided to tell my dad about THE BOOKS THAT I HAVE ORDERED AND HE ALSO TOLD ME TO SHUT UP?!!

not cool man... not cool.

anyways, my fingers hurt right now so i will post later!

Before you go, this book is just talking about things that recently happened to me.

goodmorning? goodnight? goodafternoon? i dont know what to say at this point,

GOODBYE!!!

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