I am just like everyone else. He punched me in the face too. Isn't that just charming? And when I go to punch back I flinch on purpose because I would rather not be like him. He can't even come over Friday. Mum has work. Life is such a b***h. This is such a horribly written entry. Ugh, whatever.
Skipping Modka tomorrow. Have to call Teacher Rene?
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