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i only use this thing to bitch but here i am again. i'm just bored and uncultured and collecting slimy green mold. i basically failed my english mid-term, and i'm NOT pumped about that, that's for sure. my brother completely disregarded the birthday present i spent 4 hours on and was incredibly proud of. and i feel like i'm always cold. i was happier this weekend when i was crying in the canastota fire department's parking lot than i am now. i become increasingly more melancholy as the distance between my headlights and will's grows greater. i'm a mess and a pathetic sap. but if this is what "being grown up" is supposed to be then i'm over it. why doesn't anyone ever just do what they want? let's just watch woody allen movies and pet each other until the world ends.