11:56am
I am going to weep over my lost undies. Not even Papa can make me feel good about putting a shirt on right now.
11:59am
Fucking Papa. I am shirted and distressed.
12:12pm
I have no idea why I am distressed but it all started when I put my bra on and looked in the mirror. Today is not going to end well. Have fun with your box.
9:02pm
Thank you. And thank god I am still a faggot.
9:04pm
The old man bought me presents its hard to be distressed when you have 30 dollar jam to taste.
9:06pm
Its 'burnt fig'. It just tasted burnt. But better because it's for the rich.
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