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Alright awesome. Yesterday was a bad day, like a bad day where bad, reoccuring events just keep happening. I haven't had one of those in awhile. So, it started off by just family things, stupid shit. Matt calls, and says we're all going to the movies. Ok, cool. So I tell my aunt to bring me over, and I call him to ask him where I should be dropped off, and he's in Ryan's car by the airport already.. which gives me.. i don't know 4 minutes to get ready? So, I go in my room, get dressed, and leave.. without telling anyone where I was going, or that I even left. We're at Matt's, and we're not going to the movies anymore. Ricky and I decided to play baseball with these rock like things on the ground. We're fucking around and he goes "OK, EASY, MEDUIM, OR FAST?" "FAST!" "1, 2, OR 3?" "3!" this thing, comes fucking flying at my face SO FAST and drills me on my fucking 
It looked a lot worse, and swelled up so bad. My whole face felt like it was going to explode. Matt randomly leaves and starts walking down the street and everyone's just standing around. At this point, I just want to fucking go home, into my bed, and cry. We all go to Joanna's, and on the way there my mom calls me "Where are you, blah blah blah you never told anyone you left, come home now, blah blah fucking blah". I waited for Ryan to come to Joanna's and he drove me home which surprisingly wasn't an awkuard car ride. When I got home, I felt like I was going to vomit, explode, cry, and lose my mind.. so I went to bed.
I woke up with seven text messages and my phone beeping insanely because I forgot to put it on the charger. I've been awake since 6:23 and I have work today. Awesome. Everything's throwing me off course right now, and I want nothing more than to go shopping today, and to have every boy who likes me, to not like me. Today's going to fucking blow.
It looked a lot worse, and swelled up so bad. My whole face felt like it was going to explode. Matt randomly leaves and starts walking down the street and everyone's just standing around. At this point, I just want to fucking go home, into my bed, and cry. We all go to Joanna's, and on the way there my mom calls me "Where are you, blah blah blah you never told anyone you left, come home now, blah blah fucking blah". I waited for Ryan to come to Joanna's and he drove me home which surprisingly wasn't an awkuard car ride. When I got home, I felt like I was going to vomit, explode, cry, and lose my mind.. so I went to bed.
I woke up with seven text messages and my phone beeping insanely because I forgot to put it on the charger. I've been awake since 6:23 and I have work today. Awesome. Everything's throwing me off course right now, and I want nothing more than to go shopping today, and to have every boy who likes me, to not like me. Today's going to fucking blow.