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Posted at 6:08 AM by Min
Monday, December 3, 2012

Life is actually frustrating me. My grades are not up to my standard (and colleges will be looking at grades from this semester goddamnit), I'm always tired, and I just can't be fucked to do anything.

I just really want food. I want to gorge myself on it. 
But of course if I do i'll probably shoot myself in the fucking head because no way am I living with that much food in me.

Sometimes I just want to punch ungrateful people in the face and maybe shove a stick up their ass because jfc appreciate what you have.

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