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Yesterday actually wasn't bad at all, but today can go to Hell. Seriously, I'm done. I can't stand being awake one more second, let alone doing anything productive. I hate today. I hate everything about it and the sooner it's over the happier I'm going to be. Man, I haven't had a day kick my butt like today has in I don't know how long. I mean, sure, I've had bad days, but not like this. You know the kind where all you want to do is yell expletives at everyone you see, burst into tears at a moment's notice, and/or curl up in a ball under your desk? Yep, that's pretty much me right now. I really shouldn't be allowed to communicate with anyone. Can someone take away my phone? Seriously, I fear what I might do with it. It's not going to be pretty.
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