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So fucking done. All I try to do is have some fun and you get mad okay. Then I cleaned your room on my foot which i could of spending the day with my pony but I cleaned the shit out of your room and tou come home and be like what did you do, where are my clothes? Like really I won’t clean the room anymore and ill take my clothes home with tomorrow and you won’t see me for a while.

Do it.

  • A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.

  • B. FAVORITE BAND.

  • C. WHO I LIKE AND WHY I LIKE THEM.

  • D. HARDEST THING I’VE EVER BEEN THROUGH.

  • E. MY BEST FRIEND.

  • F. MY FAVOURITE MOVIE.

  • G. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.

  • H. DO I SMOKE/DRINK?

  • I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?

  • J. WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GET OLDER.

  • K. RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS.

  • L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.

  • M. VIRGIN OR NOT?

  • N. FAVOURITE PLACE TO SHOP AT?

  • O. MY EYE COLOUR.

  • P. WHY I HATE SCHOOL.

  • Q. RELATIONSHIP STATUS AS OF RIGHT NOW.

  • R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.

  • S. A RANDOM FACT ABOUT MYSELF.

  • T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.

  • U. WHERE I WANT TO BE RIGHT NOW.

  • V. LAST TIME I CRIED.

  • W. CONCERTS I’VE BEEN TO.

  • X. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF (…)?

  • Y. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE.

  • Z. HOW ARE YOU?

So tired of this shit. I hate it when people tell me one thing and do even go threw with it. Like how should I believe you at times? Im just fucking tired and dont see why I should even try to make people anymore.

Well he lied to me again. I dont even know what to do anymore. Like he said we are gonna do stuff when we go up north. And what does he do make sure his truck is full when we get up here and now we can’t do anything. Like what the fuck I should of jusy went to work and stayed home.

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