Oh it's such a drag, what a chore. All your wounds are full of salt.

[raise_of_hands]

Not much to report about.
Pretty much been the same old shit.
STEP everyday.
Got my part.
Don't know what I do.
My mom said I was fat.
I cried.
Saw Click.
Wasn't that good.
Talked to some kids.
Slept.
Thought about how I don't have a boyfriend.
Thought how I want him as a boyfriend.
Listened to music.

Nothing special.