Bad day. Too much pizza. Good day. I want my eight dollars back. Too much skittles. Too many chips. I want spaghetti ohs. That boy makes me sad. Stupid rules. I have to exact revenge. Being responsible over feelings sucks. Sleepy. Tea. Gahd, what time do I have to wake up tomorrow? Screw it. I’m an amazing underrated friend. Huh? Whatever. Sleep. I want my ten dollars back. I paid for dinner. Ugh. Why?