*sigh*
I'm really tempted to yell, scream, cuss so much at my damn mother, it's so freakin triggering. I'm trying to cork my mouth so hard from all the cussing, and to be honest, I'm feeling like a drink in a bar, I'm being opened. I'm a difficult drink to open, and it seems like everyone is playing the game of who will open me first. I am corking myself and tightening my cork more, but they're determined to open me. *sigh*
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