February 2012
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i’m so tired, off to bed. hang loose biatches.
operator: 911, please hold.
me: stop murdering me for a sec; we're on hold.
murderer: ok
my friend announced infront of my whole group how untrustworthy she thinks i am even though i kept her petty, stupid little secret. thanks, make me loathe myself even more.
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