fuck you new year's fuck you 2003, fuck you 2004. bridget, your diary was fucking shit, i could have shat out more emotional tripe, bk your whoppers are full of pig feces, i've eaten tastier rocks. mel, i swear to god if you get fucking puking drunk around me again i will leave you to die. miss K no, thank you for never remembering who the fuck i am you fucking liar, fuck everyone fuck everything 2004 will be just as gut wrenchingly shitty as 2003 i'm sure.
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