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All this adderall is doing is giving me more of a desire to tumble, not write my two essays due at 12.
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Fuck that.
You’d think after over a year of being together he’d at least wish me a happy birthday. Don’t get me wrong…I’m actually doing fine without him. But my ex from two years ago who hates my guts and told me I’m the biggest slut in the world and wishes I were dead even texted me…he actually said “Happy birthday I hope you are having fun. Maybe next time you are home we can go out and get something to eat as friends.” HE EVEN TEXTED ME. HE REMEMBERS MY BIRTHDAY. And you don’t…or don’t want to. You’re actually pathetic. I’m a waste case…drunker than fuck typing this out…but even sober I’ll know that you’re the worst person in the entire universe. You cheated on me with groat! Like what…hate you. And myself. Too drunk right now. You’re actually a douche bag. Peace.
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I just want a cutie boyfrienddddd.
Ugh.
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