And Sam won’t answer her fucking phone, and neither will Mishelle, when they’re the ones who made plans with me.

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I just don’t even want to be here anymore. I hate this. I hate this place, I hate fucking asshole Michael, I hate my dad for being an asshole for no reason for the past couple of days. 

I just don’t want to be around anyone.