Dead. Fucking dead, you crap. Sunday means nothing. Nothing.
Sunday was just a day when I was feeling grateful for be able to breath the air again (yes I'm not dead yet) and very very thankful because God lets me to get some rest. What else? Nothing.
I'm not gonna tell you what shit happened today. That was ridiculous, I didn't even have a heart to remember it again.
What's the difference between Sunday and the other days, huh?
"Yay, it's Sunday, let's have a movie marathon!"
Crap! It's not like there's 48 hours on Sunday or what.
"Yay! It's Sunday, I'll hang out with my family"
Oh, riighht? Hanging out and slowly mindfucked because all of sudden you remember that you have a lot of homework for Monday?
Yes. Those craps on the "___" were mine. Before I found out how stupid I was.
A/N: don't take it to your heart! This is mine, my journal, my crappy note about what shit happening in my life (in my family)
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