What the hell is wrong with you
Weekends are always so boring. Mundane life I've been leading. Sick and tired of doing the same old things. School tomorrow! Seriously turns me off-.-
One more practice to SYF.
I question myself, why we're so different from him. Is he more important than us? If he meant the world to you, what are we? Sometimes I can't help but to hate you for all these. You treated us as though we're transparent. You can have fun in the room. Laugh so fucking loud, like nobody can hear. Don't you even care how we feel? No, I guess you didn't. Oh man, this sucks to the maxxxxxxx.
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