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Everytime I try to post in this the format is all messed up and it wont let me type in a title. This one would be, "IT AIN'T THAT HARD!" I am about to get yelled at for not doing the dishes. Whoops whoops. Today I am going to paint. Then I'm going to listen to bad music that I actually love. Or that makes me think of things. I will sing that one New Found Glory album until my throat burns. Or something. Also I think I'm going sort of crazy. Just. Wearing my glasses really annoys me because I can see the blurry around the clear, and it makes me feel messy. I've been having really weird dreams. That make me feel really awful. I have also been having a reoccurring dream about a box of donuts sitting on the table. And how I know they would taste good, but I am still like, meehhh, I don't really want to eat those.
UUm. This journal entry is about something that is not written here. Or, rather, I am thinking about the real one, but writing this instead. The title goes with the real one though. Ur. Also, I think you should know that I am a TOTAL CREEP. Seriously. Scramble your urls.