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[uwaaaah]

I'm starting to get the feeling that life exists solely to make me feel either like putting babies on spikes or want putting myself on a spike.

There is no amount of keysmashing that can help, and right now I'd be punching the wall if it wasn't made of tissue paper.

But no, instead I'll study for the SATs just so that I can have mental breakdowns every night until May.