Fucking sucks. My birthday is in 6 days. I met a girl on the Chinatown bus and I'm pretty sure she died. Or maybe she wishes I died. Probably the latter. I'm sleeping on my friend's floor. Every night I get bit on the fucking face by a mosquito and I'm awoken by throbbing pain. But luckily only one of them bites me each night. So at least I can prepare for a specific amount of torture. Maybe it's the same mosquito. He/she sucks.
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