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life sucks. I spent the day cleaning up my room, with mom, rearranging stuff. I have my normal bed back and an awesome new desk, but it was tiring and my every move was questioned. I got yelled and screamed at for no reason. I never want to see another vaccum again and yet I realize my wish won't come true. at least Litten is happy, he's curled up on my bed, snoozing away yesterday and the day before he spent most of his time hiding under my bed, and I don't blame him. I feel like breaking something, maybe I'll just paint or draw instead.