I've always hated my life. Why? Same reason you hate yours. After I do something right and it gets better, theres always gonna be two bad things following it. If not two then one really big bad thing. For example, right now. I was just stupidly getting ready to correct my science test and then? My dumbass didn't look where I was walking and got ran over. And whenever I thought I would die, nope. Still here. Just somewhere else. You would think this was the good thing. Like hey, you've gotten another chance to live. But whats the point when literally everyone, even your own family, despises you? So here it is, the story of my long, long, life. WARNING! Slow updates
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