Happy fourteenth birthday, me. I hope choking on loneliness is what you wanted because you're gonna be getting loads of it.
My thighs look like a war zone. I even tried to carve in save me, but it only came out as a scrape. Guess nothing is gonna even try. Alright, let's get this screwier than me day over. I just realized how fat my thighs are. It's gross! Not even kidding!
Ok, really going to bed. I swear.
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