nothing ever goes right for me.
i hate the way we fight
and how i never know what's gonna happen next
i'm vulnerable, i hate it.
i spent all freakin day at a track meet, didn't get to run.
i hate my coaches.
i have been talking to my dad more, twice this week.
that's nice, i guess.
i need a car, anyone want to help?
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