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can't.... sleep.... must get rest.

i'm gonna be so tired in the morning. i hope i'm not grumpy due to lack of shut eye. i'm icing my wrist and it feels orgasmic. shit better not hurt during the game. i found this hella cute bracelet on the floor afterschool. mr. mcmoyler is episcopalian, dope! calvin and i stay up too late too often together. for like, no reason.


"i don't even know why you talk to me, or much less why i talk to you."