my brother has lots of pikchurzzzzz of me, so i'm stealin' them. i need to do an english essay for tomorrow, and then my first draft of my death of a salesman recreative piece is in for friday. frickin frickin frick. of course i haven't started the piece. i guess i'll be working feverishly. i should really start doing work earlier, but then i always do this and i don't think it'll change. you don't see me, and that won't change. nothing changes.
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