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{Dear Diary} How High Massuh?

Today was supposed to be a fun day where we hung and studied and chilled but you went and fucked it up with your melodramatic response to a little bit of pain.

No country for for guys who describe “woman-like” pains and get all melodramatic about it. Especially misogynitic assholes who don’t “believe” in period pains. Well muh fucka! How’d you enjoy those sore limbs today? And the vomiting, was that fun? Not being able to get comfortable must have really been… well, you know.

LMMFAO.

I go through this shit once a month but I don’t (and can’t) take a week off of my life to put on the extremist performance that you put on today.

IDGAF who you are. You’re not going to treat me like shit when you feel like it and then be nice when you feel like it and expect me to be okay with that.

You NEVER want to listen to the suggestions that people give, common sense stuff like, “Put on a coat it’s December, it’s Michigan,” or “Eat something before you take those pills.”

So no, I gives not a single fuck about anything you’re experiencing right now and I hope I made it unequivocally clear.

AAAAAND Now that you’re ready to do what we planned to do I’m supposed to jump? Uh nah bruh bruh, not how it works.

No country for clowns who think they know it all.