My stepmom is usually a stellar cook but her chili smells like barf.

Honestly i had to remove myself from the kitchen. Thats how bad I wanted to barf ALL OVER.

anyways-goddamit dad just told me Larry isnt until Friday. I dont know how i am going to survive.

I actually was talking to alan today about what amounts of certain things i would have to take in order to end everything.

he didnt tell me.

Damn friends-feelings always get in the way.

If they really cared they would just turn a shoulder and walk the other way-leave me to myself and my thoughts.

Everybody dies.

Does it matter when or where?

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