this sucks. this sucks so bad. it's like a huge black hole is just sitting in front of me, sucking everything that makes me smile into it but leaving me be, alone with just my sadness. this sucks so harshly all my blood vessels are popped and i'm left with a huge purple bruise all over me; i'm marked with one big hickey of misery. and i made everything suck, and that's the worst part; i summoned the hurricane in hopes of controlling it when it only destroyed everything.
if you're wondering, my friend has vip tickets to a fall out boy/paramore/new politics concert and if i just hadnt asked my parents my brother could've just taken me but i asked them and they both gave me a definite no and im so sad and angry at myself and just sad that i keEP GETTING ALL THESE DAMN OPPRITUNITIES FOR FREE CONCERT TICKETS AND THEN i have to turn them down like
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