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Friday, July 12th.

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     Friday, July 12th, listened to the soundtrack of Daria as always, and continued my Friday of idleness. My musical tastes will always be much older than mine.
     Good news: We replenished two liters of latex paint, which means we can continue painting the room at any time; bad news: Dad's injury is still not healed.

     I thought about increasing the opportunity to practice English writing, so I started trying to translate my Chinese handwritten diary into English and post it here, Because:
     1. I have no friends using Wattpad, which is a very safe choice for me.
     2. I have no friends, so.

     (No, this is not to deny what my best friend in life has said. I love her, I just don't have any friends other than her. Sad.)
     (Maybe I should find an English name for Bestie that definitely suits her, and I will mention her from time to time in the future.)

     The pain in my breasts during my period is killing me, and now I feel like dying. My bra combined with my breasts is killing my ribs. It is FUXKING HURT. Fuxk.

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