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Let's see, I'm going to Brea Thursday because my great grandma died, first person I've ever known to die so that pretty much sucks. Me and my mom haven't been getting along. I've been sitting at my house not leaving at all the past four days. I want to punch somebody in the fucking face because I hate sitting here, It's like a prison and I'm going fucking nuts. It's cool, don't rush to hang out with me even though I'll be gone for five days, s'all good. Bye