Let’s see if I fucking pass these 2 finals, in my 2 weakest classes. Probably not. Not after I only just got to bed at 2:30. I woulda been to bed sooner, at 12 or even earlier. But no, my stepdad threw a tantrum and then a garbage can, screamed at my mom, and called me a freeloading alcoholic who always has an excuse. (This whole thing started because I didn't take out the trash yet that night.) So this asshole throws the fucking garbage can at the chistmas tree, near my dog. I can only hope she went full pitbull on him in his sleep, and he's all mangled now, although probably not. so instead of studying, I had to chase my mom down when she sped off crying, then follow her to a hotel for the night, where I finally started studying at midnight. Here's hoping I pass.

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