Fuck tonight.
Fuck it.
Fuck it in the ass.
Hard.
I'm never making plans again.
If you guys ever want to hang out with me, you make the plans.
Because when I make them, people end up bailing. And I'm FUCKING tired of it.
And maybe when you make plans. I'll bail out last second. And leave you to cry.
Just like you guys do to me.
I'm just sick of it.
Trash pick up in the morning.
Then something else.
Probably go home.
And do nothing.
As fucking usual.
-Hannah
Fuck it.
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