my bike was stolen last night and i'm about to cry. i don't kniw how to get to school on time without my bike. i don't know how to get anywhere without my bike. it's awful.
it kind of made me fall into this state of depression, because wow, i could have done things to make it harder to steal my bike.
but no, now my mum will be angry and i have to buy a new bike next month instead of saving up for tattoos and piercings.
i fucking hate the world.
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ricarda vs the world
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