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So I'm excited but nervous for my birthday. 11 days to go. I'm worried that not everybody is going to get along. But I hope it's fun. I have like a month left of school, it went by so quickly. I'm gonna miss my dance class. It's so much fun, definetly taking it again next semster. I have a photo project I have to do. Darrell is going to expect so much from me, I don't want to be stressed. But I don't think that's going to happen. Dad's still being a douchebag a lot of the time. I think he might be bipolar. He'll be nice one minute, but the next start to yell. Dealing with it is not fun.
Life: Please work out for me.
Life: Please work out for me.