Wednesday, May 14, 2014

They're at it, again.

I called. And my driver'd be like an hour late, and my back is killing me.



In the class, this older lady again was ^looking^ at me and a boy was playing with me unattractively. I moved over my chair. So? I was trying to think.. They think it's a funny joke. Trying to say why kids exist.

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