I just changed my fabo language to that. Pretty cool shit, I must say. Also, here's day 18. It'll be a lengthy one.
Dear Mandy,
You're gross. I wish a lot of things were different about you. I wish you weren't so awkward. Is it really that difficult to sit a fucking table with some friends and eat? It's human. Don't be such an awkward loser. Nobody notices half the things you do about yourself. By avoiding things you think are awkward, YOUMAKEITAWKWARD. St00p!d f000l. QUIT MAKING EVERYTHING A BIG DEAL. Just stop it. Right now. Also, quit eating. If you're not going to eat around your friends, you shouldn't be eating around yourself. Do you ever even look in the mirror? You're disgusting. One day your skin will be stretched so much, it'll rip, and all the fat will just gush out and you'll die. Happy? Oh, and quit complaining about not having friends. That's your fault. Would it kill you to talk? Make conversation? Probably. BUT GET OVER IT. I wish we could fix all of your ugly features. I wish you were better at sleeping. Idiot, you should be sleeping right now, but no, you'll probably only sleep for an hour.
But finally, I wish you didn't care so much. The truth is, you're probably too hard on yourself. Flaws probably add character. Hmm.
Kbyeletter.
I don't want to blog right now.
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