Ugh...part...2?
I hate boys. Okay, not really. But I really don't like this guy. He's such a drama gueen--not drama king, drama queen, he over reacts a lot, talks too loud and too much, and he's annoying. His voice is a also irritating to hear a lot. Like, the first few times, okay. I get it. Everyone's voice is just their voice and you can't change it. But when you continuously speak loudly in that drunk sounding voice, it just makes me want to punch him in the stomach.

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Behind The Computer
RandomBugujifi...not a word. I know. So I've decided that I'm going to be writing my feelings like this is a diary. Except, it's not. It's an easy way for me to get some stuff off of my chest. And to be completely honest, I don't really care what you thin...