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I should be cleaning my room/trying a little harder to unpack the other half of my shit. Naturally, I decided to find something useless to do instead, and, anyways, the obsessive compulsive in me has been longing to fix the dates in this journal for a long time.
THEY ARE FIXED.
IF THEY GET FUCKED UP AGAIN, I WILL NO LONGER BE FRIENDS WITH ANY OF YOU.
Jk. Welcome home!
THEY ARE FIXED.
IF THEY GET FUCKED UP AGAIN, I WILL NO LONGER BE FRIENDS WITH ANY OF YOU.
Jk. Welcome home!