Dearest God. I am not upset with you my dear father, I love you dearly. I’m so frigging upset that It’s taking so long to print out John’s piece of shit update of his fucking piece of absolute horse manure fucking laptop. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. The reality god is I fucking hate life. I fucking hate life so fucking much. We are all going to die. And I feel so horrible about Baljeet so fucking horrible. Please god show me, help me please, take away this horrible fucking low grade of self worth that I feel. What the fuck God. What the fuck. Fuck it’s not supposed to be so fucking hard is it. Like I just don’t fucking get it. What does he have for
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