Chapter 3.

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March 11, 2014

Dear friend,

I just finished watching the whole second season of American Horror Story and I have only one thing to say. Fuck you Lana.

I don't know why but my body is exhausted for doing absolutely nothing. Well actually for getting up in the morning and participating. That's hard work if you ask me. I'm also exhausted about all this moving crap. Even though I'm moving like 4 or 5 blocks away from where I live it's still pretty tiring of watching my parents and friends clean up and empty my room.

I was in my room this morning sleeping. And my friend that spent the night was packing stuff into three box categories. Clothes, Trash, And donation. Until my mom walked in and saw me sleeping and making my friend Steven do all the work.

"You lazy son of a bitch." She said.

"Mom. I told you I'm not lazy.. I'm just saving up till my thirties. I wanna have as much energy as possible." I replied.

"Steven.. You can stop now. He can take it from here." She said.

She made him leave and made me start packing the rest of my stuff. So I spent my whole morning sorting stuff into categories. Yay.

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