Monday, June 21
The below will be VERY crappy because I'm currently depressed over my integration marks and over the fact that I have not studied for tomorrow's quiz. And other things.
Dear pimples,
Alright, I'm sorry when I said it wasn't funny to try to make me look like I have a permanent nosebleed. By placing yourselves directly at my nose.
I now understand that you are taking on a huge project on my upper lip, that is, FORM-A-PIMPLE-MUSTACHE-ON-MUSHO'S-FACE project.
I have a few things to say about this.
Firstly you guys are pimples. I understand that it's not nice living as a pimple but you gotta accept that you were born as a pimple and not as a mustache or a nosebleed. Like, I accept that I was born to attract pimples to my face.
It's just sad to see you try to work together to look like a mustache but seriously, mustaches are like, not red in colour.
Secondly, I am female. My face is not a very nice place to host your project on. Please pick someone of another gender.
Thirdly, I will most likely disrupt your project with Benzyl Peroxide 10%, Precipitated Sulphur 10%, citric acid, zinc oxide, tea tree oil, salicylic acid, alpha hydroxy acid, calcium bentonite and the army of chemical weapons I own. :D
So yeah your FORM-A-MUSTACHE project will most likely fail. And you're making me look like a mega piece of shit. My self esteem is already very low you know?!?!?!?
Please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please PLEASE please
stop coming.
Stop
making
me
sadder
.
Stop.
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