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KILL KILL KILL KILL
Imagine a scream of frustration piercing through the night, ricocheting down the streets of Chicago and breaking every window on its way. Because THAT is the scream I wish I could let out right now.
I am SO SICK of this damn book. NOTHING GOES RIGHT WITH THIS PROJECT AND I HATE IT AND IF IT HAD A FACE I WOULD STAB IT THROUGH THE EYES WITH A FONDUE FORK.
If y'all think I'm not pouring myself a beer or seven tonight when I get home, you're wrong.
I am SO SICK of this damn book. NOTHING GOES RIGHT WITH THIS PROJECT AND I HATE IT AND IF IT HAD A FACE I WOULD STAB IT THROUGH THE EYES WITH A FONDUE FORK.
If y'all think I'm not pouring myself a beer or seven tonight when I get home, you're wrong.