I don't know whether to laugh or to vomit.
Phoeey. I wonder whether someone's making fun of me right this very moment. Like how i'm making fun of another person. I'm sorry I hate you. I'll try not to.
Or maybe I'm just irritable now. I can't find my phone and I'm terribly hungry.
Maybe later I'll stop being mad.
But I still hate you. For now.
Sorry.
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