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work, work work.
working will be the death of me. i cant even enjoy my teenage hoodness. i wish that i could get a job somewheres else making the same amount of money. but i really do love the peoples.
anyways, i like talking to myself, it really makes me feel better. journals help.
working will be the death of me. i cant even enjoy my teenage hoodness. i wish that i could get a job somewheres else making the same amount of money. but i really do love the peoples.
anyways, i like talking to myself, it really makes me feel better. journals help.