SUCKS TO BE YOU | Embarrassing stories.
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Ongoing6m
Last published Fri, Oct 9, 2020
You're going to read this and be like: "Sucks to be you!".
Not because everyhting in this is bad.
But because my life is so dead.
So when it is bad, it is kinda good as well.
That's sad.
Rest in peace my life.
Or it would.
If I had one in the first place.
Damnit, let's just start.
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