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its 11 days away from the 9th of october. yes the 9th. and what happens on that fateful saturday? mr sarp gets his ass handed to him in a gian metaphorical rejection letter stating:
Dear Mr Loser;
we are sorry to inform you that your sorry ass has been rejected from HVCC. You suck, have a great life!
Why are teenagers pressurized so much? Do we need this? am i just stressing over nothing? or is there something to stress about and im taking it to an unhealthy level?
i hate growing up...
Dear Mr Loser;
we are sorry to inform you that your sorry ass has been rejected from HVCC. You suck, have a great life!
Why are teenagers pressurized so much? Do we need this? am i just stressing over nothing? or is there something to stress about and im taking it to an unhealthy level?
i hate growing up...