Crap. Everything is screwed. I'm gonna die I'm gonna die I'm gonna die. I hope I'll get fever on Friday so I don't have to take the Amath paper. Die die die die die. Now I really wish I was Xiaoye, so I don't have to sudy for Math. I hate her, like seriously. She can like just sleep on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday morning. While I, sadly, HAVE TO MUG MY EYEBALLS OUT and still fail (:
I hate you Xiaoye. My prediction came through, I'm gonna be last in class. YAY!!!! Why doesn't the ceiling just fall and crush me -.-
xo sweets
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