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Things are getting progressively worse.
Not even my soap opera cheered me up today.
I look grosser than my chipped nail polish.
I guess that's what happens when you cry for 4 hours.
I just want to hop a train and leave all of you behind.
And burn every copy of "Ice, Ice Baby" ever made,
just because I don't like it.
I wish a new layout or hair style would make things feel okay.
I'm sick of everyone's opinions. I wish I'd stop asking for them.
Not even my soap opera cheered me up today.
I look grosser than my chipped nail polish.
I guess that's what happens when you cry for 4 hours.
I just want to hop a train and leave all of you behind.
And burn every copy of "Ice, Ice Baby" ever made,
just because I don't like it.
I wish a new layout or hair style would make things feel okay.
I'm sick of everyone's opinions. I wish I'd stop asking for them.