Um.
Guess what?
I feel like absolute shit, plus I look like shit.
I look like Frankenstein monster’s baby he had with the lock ness monster.
It’s not the greatest style I’ve ever chosen.
I think its because I’m run down. I need rest. I need SLEEP!
Well I don’t see how I need sleep, I get too much of it, I sleep at night, I sleep in school, I sleep when I get in.
If aliens abducted everyone on the face of the earth I wouldn’t know because I would sleep through the whole thing.
Anyways, I’m talking crap now.
I’ll give you the short story.
Done my essay.
Feel so ill.
Got a big spot on my face, it looks alive and it’s plotting against me.
Bored as hell.
And I’m writing absolute crud!
Ta-rah.
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