It's pissing me off now that every person cares about their looks. I've just made 2 poems, actually 1 poem with JUST 2 parts. I hope all juniors and seniors would read this and appreciate it. Like hell. Anyway, been having bad days, tears? yes. Pain? yes. The Prom. I'm no junior or senior, my older bro is, but he isn't a writer at all or so. I know that I usually make long journals, yet, I wish, I had time, TIME. Gee..time.
So, here I am, typing without even thinking of what I'm typing, if there's any wrong grammar written here, mind you, not in the mood to smile in some serious way.
Rearranging stuff, getting scolded for something I didn't have any relevance with.
This is how I live.
I know it sucks.
MY LIFE SUCKS/
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