THIS IS A GOOD TIME TO TAKE OUT THAT ******** CRUNK JUICE.
Well, I'm probably not going to Williamsberg. This is great, isn't it? It doesn't help that stupid Renee is being all perfect about everything, like always. My parents are going to kill me. I hate being a twin. I really really hate it, because this happens. Renee's all perfect, and I'm not. Then my parents go around and start comparing me to her. And how I should "do better." And how they know I can. But I can't. I've tried, and I can't. They can just go screw that. Renee's always going to do that. Isn't it funny how we try so hard to do these stupid stuff, just for us to die at the end? What's the point of it. That's how I see life. We're all going to die anyways. And if one of us wants to die earlier, then why should anyone care? That persons going to die anyways. Might as well be earlier and get it over with. And besides, I'm good at anything to do with English. What if I don't want to be a loser that works with technical crap, like they want me to. What if I want to be stupid artist or something? But no, my parents expect me to be something stupid, like be a layer. That's just not me. How are they going to say it anyways? "Your child isn't going to Williamsberg, you can have your 200 back." Yeah, I better get my 200 back. But my parents are just going to kill me out flat. Especially my mom, she over reacts to everything. My dad is just like, there....Telling me other stupid things. I'm going to be isolated until I die, probably. I really don't know what to do. My parents are going to kill me either way. I know what their going to do. Their going to do what they always threaten to do. Aw, Renee, I ******** hate you right now.
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