This is death on a stick. A bunch of crap has just come into my life. A giant influx of stress. First, "Whoopdy-doo! It's report card day!" Need I say more? Second, I fall out of a tree. I massacre my arms and chest. But that was the least of my problems. Third, my dad is making a restriction to the ammount of time I can spend on the internet. Fourth, someone stole my school gym uniform. Who steals a uniform?! I would pay to not steal one! Fifth, my upper arms and shoulders are killing me. Then I have my uniform-less gym class. "Oh, let's do some push-ups!" ...Great. And sixth, my right middle finger got ripped up so when I type it's, "-typing- Ow. -typing- Ow. -typing- Ow."
I'd like to see the day when all that stuff just...Leaves.
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