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Dear Livejournal,
Today the rain literally rained on my parade.
I had made it to my locker without being kicked in the face, only to find that it had been filled with sand. Now my books and new organizer are ruined.
Mother will be disappointed.
At lunch, someone sat on me. I guess my brown pants blended in with the wet dirt.
Oh livejournal, when will someone finally look at me and not throw up?
Until my moles are removed,
forever devoted to your shrine,
me.
Today the rain literally rained on my parade.
I had made it to my locker without being kicked in the face, only to find that it had been filled with sand. Now my books and new organizer are ruined.
Mother will be disappointed.
At lunch, someone sat on me. I guess my brown pants blended in with the wet dirt.
Oh livejournal, when will someone finally look at me and not throw up?
Until my moles are removed,
forever devoted to your shrine,
me.