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i'm so fucking angry. oh my god. oh my fucking god. i think i'm gonna throw up i'm so angry. this is great. this is fucking great. i need a hug but it's like, no one is gonna wanna fucking hug me because i'm so pissed off! and like, it's fucking amazing because i know i'm gonna be fucking made up at lunch by Madison and my girlfriend because when i'm this angry i start fucking swearing all the time (like you can see now) and basically every other word is "fuck" and they laugh at me which just makes me feel self-conscious as fuck and oh my GOD i'm so fucking mad! and it's like, after lunch i get to have stupid fucking Creative Writing with Sara and it's gonna hurt like a bitch like fucking always and then Mr. Parker's gonna call me out because i forgot to bring fucking food for food Friday and it's all just FUCKING AMAZING i'm gonna  fucking cry fuck.