Torture, if I may be frank. Actually, I may be Becca, but you never know. Ha ha. Anyway, torture is what picture taking/locker check out is at Southeast High School for losers with no friends and a personality type the accounts for 4% of the world. And I don’t like most teenagers. I mean, in the name of Harry Potter, these girls were talking about how the hall smelled like a penis. Get a life!
Andrew is still cute, but as he is a loser and was talking about butt cracks with his friend I am afraid that he is out of the picture. Good thing I am on an anti-depressant, huh? Can anyone in the world read my hand writing? I only write like this for things no one but me is gonna have to read.
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