Right now: there’s a hole in the floor and we can see the class below us so we tied a cheeto to a piece of yarn and we’re trying to communicate with this girl but so far she hasn’t noticed
- me: I’m so ugly omg I have no talents or friends I hate myself I’m gonna die in a cardboard box one day
- me: back the fuck up bitch I’m the queen roll out the red carpet for me I’m the best person ever later peasants
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