Some days they make it so hard to keep my comments to myself.
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Hi, kids. I hope you're doing okay, even if you're one of those people I hate.
I was outside for two hours on the weekend and now my nose is falling off. I can't tell if it's because of sunburn or maybe a slow and subtle way of being abandoned by a body part. My forehead was slightly red, but that means nothing.
Also, way too many Oreos. Maybe will never want Oreos again.
The Purge but you only verbalize instead of actually doing horrible things. It would be the worst. It is technically worse to be physically tortured and/or killed, but knowing what people think of you is something we both really should know and should never, ever hear.
On the Oreo front:
Tumblr, Facebook, and Twitter.
Considering Eating Oreos (5.5 hours later)