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I remember back in elementary school the internal struggle I would have whenever my teacher gave me the duty of “Officer” when she left for the restroom.
Like.
The drama was real, man. I was supposed to write down the names of those who spoke or misbehaved while she was gone, and a lot of my classmates were my friends so I felt like I was betraying them.
Third grade was fucking ruthless.
I need tea. I need good tea. I need something to help my eyes. I need new friends. Preferably ones who take FNAF OCs seriously.
I cannot function in the mornings sometimes. I just shoved the bag of cereal into the fridge again. My dad went to grab a drink and found it there. I don’t even know where my spoon is now. I just wanted cereal.
There is a horrid crunching sound coming from my laptop when I moved the screen. I think it’s the cereal I had from earlier. Thank God this thing can go into tablet mode.
