First off, please don't mind my cursing, second off, my dad asked me how many pieces of cake I had. I said two. Everybody in the fucking house thought I had three!!!! EVEN THO I ONLY HAD ONE THE DAY MY MOM MADE IT AND THE DAY AFTER!!! They thought I had one that day when I got my mom, sister, and brother a piece. AND THEY STILL DON'T FREAKING BELIEVE ME!!!!!!!!!! I freaking feel like Optimus Prime from ROTB when Scourge killed Bumblebee.
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My Diary
Non-FictionThis is a book for my diary. Most ppl who read this might not understand, but please, don't take this word for word. I can change how I feel.
