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Don't wanna go.
Don't wanna go.
Don't wanna go.
Don't wanna go.
Don't make me go.
Don't make me go.
Why does every other week have to be a precursor to Hell, and why do I have to put up with this shit?
Why the hell has my life degenerated into waiting for a weekend at home, when everyone else and their borthers have that every fucking Saturday and Sunday of their lives?
Don't wanna go.
Don't wanna go.
Don't wanna go.
Don't make me go.
Don't make me go.
Why does every other week have to be a precursor to Hell, and why do I have to put up with this shit?
Why the hell has my life degenerated into waiting for a weekend at home, when everyone else and their borthers have that every fucking Saturday and Sunday of their lives?