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Dear Today,

Fuck you, you fucking cuntbucket.

No love,
Me.

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Seriously, today can go fuck itself sideways with a rusty bucket.

i want to run away and when i stop crying i want a packet of smokes, a box of chocolates and bottle of vodka... puff chomp glug repeat till the world is shiny again or i am unconscious, whichever comes first.

Edit to add: I'm not actually going to DO any of those, but ooooohhhh I wanna. I may cry. I may actually be crying. I may tell the next person who comes in here with a problem or an attitude to go fuck themselves. But I won't start smoking again.