• I am having issues. Today has just been terrible. First, I long onto here and see that I have a reply to my journal. I'm like, "YAY! My first reply!" Then I realize I have no idea how to reply to it. So I send the guy a message. Then I couldn't figure out how to actually send it. So I have no idea if it sent. Then I come back here to write this...and I see the reply button at the top. I don't feel like typing all of that over again!!! Ugh. Somehow I feel like typing this though... Anyway...I have these two bestfriends. Their names are Sir Buttercup-a monkey-and Master Fluff-an elephant. Before you ask, they are NOT stuffed animals, despite the fact that they're furry and filled with cotton. I refuse to believe that. They are very loyal. I can tell them anything...and they won't tell a soul. Well, I was eating watermelon on my bed today...and dropped Master Fluff in the juice in the bowl. My best friend is currently drowing in the washer machine. How do you think that makes me feel? After that I find out some news about the psychotic mind that calls himself my father. I would handle this situation myself, but I'll end up in juvie, or in the hospital because of other inmates or guards. Besides, I promised my lawyer that I'll no longer fix my problems using my fists. Which sucks ass. I'd give anything to punch that fucker... Well, my mom made some baked spaghetti. I have to go eat. And try not to stab anyone with a fork while I'm at it.

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