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I told my dad and now it’s all just “FiNiSh aLl YoUr WoRk FiRsT sToP sLaCkInG” THATS MY FUCKING COMFORT PLUSH THATS LIKE WHAT I HOLD ONTO WHEN I SLEEP OR CRY OR FEEL UPSET THAT THING MATTERS TO ME MORE THAN YOU CAN REALIZE AND HE FUCKING RIPPED IT. MY WORK DOESNT MATTER TO ME, MY WORK IS FUCKING 5 FOLDERS OF 3 OR 4 PACKETS PER FOLDER, I DONT CARE IF ITS MY FAULT FOR “pRoCrAsTiNaTiNg” CAUSE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU PEOPLE KNOW?? I HAVE TO FINISH THAT SHIT BY WEDNESDAY AND AT THIS POINT WHATEVER, I HAVE NO FAITH OR HOPE IN MY FUCKING FUTURE ANYWAY. I FUCKING GIVE UP.