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I don't know why Mahiru fuckin tries to tell me I'm not a fuck up. I know I am, fuck, it's been fuckin drilled into my head for so many fuckin years. I'm 27 fuckin years old, I know who an what I am, and I ain't nothin great. My mom an dad both told me what a fuck up I am as I was growin up, Mahiru and Taki both tell me...Mahiru used to, at least, not that I didn't say shit to him. I had to fuckin say shit so they wouldn't fuckin tease me about how emotional I can get. The shit Taki says can hurt me so fuckin bad, but I ain't gonna let it no more. The next time Taki says shit I don't like, I'm going to punch the bastard.
My dad stopped by. I told Mahiru that if I didn't see him he'd make it fuckin worse later an shit, an I didn't want that. As soon as I opened the fuckin door he started hittin on me an shit, an threatened to break my arm. Mahiru tried to step in. I know he's tryin to help but I wish he wouldn't fuckin do that. One day my dad's gonna hit him too, then I'm gonna try to kill my fuckin dad. He's fuckin bigger than me but I'm gonna try it anyway.
I'm gonna fuckin start workin out again, too... And I don't fuckin know what the fuck's gonna happen with ASK. Part of me wants to tell Taki to go fuck himself, the other kinda wants ASK to reform. We made good fuckin music.