I stayed up all night yet again, then at 12:00 in the morning my mom comes in and has the nerve... THE NERVE... To WAKE ME UP and tell me we're going to a museum to look at fucking skin, it's not interesting, it's annoying, it's not entertaining, it makes me wanna punch a hole it the skin, I'm gonna fucking kill someone, I'm tired, my body hurts, I'm starving half to death because we have no food in this house, DONE, DONE WITH MY LIFE, SEE YOU GUYS LATER, I'm gonna go hang myself now...
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The Diary Of Two Best Friends
OverigTwo long distant Best Friends + one Diary = Nuclear War