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Okay. I pretty much suck.
Becuse i do things im not supposed to. and then I don't get in trouble, but God honestly wants me to learn my lesson.
Here is my little comment to god:
WHY DO YOU MAKE ME SICK? I MEAN MAKE ME FALL AND BREAK SOMETHING OR LIKE.. MAKE MY FAMILY MAKE ME DO CHORES OR SOMETHING, BUT PLESE DON'T MAKE MY TONSILS SWELL UP TO THE SIZE OF[OR BIGGER THAN] GOLFBALLS.
I MEAN I CAN BARELY SWALLOW MY LEXAPRO, SO NOW IM GOING TO BE MOODY ALL DAY.
okay, that makes me feel alittle better.
But honestly.
god. hates me, he really does.
Okay it's 7:30 am. and im sitting here with a little tub of icecream and a spoon thats really big.
and im eating it. I wokeup at 6:30. and i went into the living room and my parents were already up, and my nana goes "Maybe you should go to the doctor.." and i semi yelled at her, im not going to a doctor. they stick me with needles and they make me feel bad, they tell me the things that i do to get sick... yadda yadda yadda, and when they test me, i don't get my results, until after im better..
seesh, well whatever i have it better go away soon. School is about to start.
Sup loser?
Well im going to TRY to go back to bed.