Hoping that tomorrow is better

Today, my cousin got married. Whoopdeefuckingdoo.
Sorry, but I don't care. I really don't care. I went. So that means something, right? Sure, I guess so.

I dropped my grandmother and my other cousins off at our home, and I grabbed my T, and I went to mum's. At mum's, I'm feeling extremely aggrivated. I'm annoyed and pissed off and everything's bugging me. I really hate those last few days of the week before I get to take my next shot. Seriously.

I'm just really hoping that tomorrow is better.
Cheers!

Now witness the best fucking bento ever!

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