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Sometimes things were never meant to make sense. This blog might be one of those things, run by a dreamer with a keyboard and a sketchbook. |
| Parent: | Can I see your report card? |
| Me: | I set fiiiiire to the graaaades, and I gave up my GPAAAAA, and it hurt and I cried cuz I saw you screaming at my grades, my graaaades. |