Yeah. This is officially the worst Christmas in my life.
So yeah, first my step mom and my dad were gonna get a divorce.. and now this.. My step moms grandson went over a cliff on an ATV and they're searching for his body now..
I hate to hear those words.
"Searching for his body." Like he's dead.
He's not dead. He only turned fifteen two weeks ago..
He can't be dead.
Life isn't over for him yet, it can't be.
I've never been so stressed out. My head hurts, my back hurts, my stomachs gonna burst, my eyes are blurry and I can't stop saying "oh my god".
I feel like I'm going to explode.
BLAH.
I wish I would. >_<
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Oh you just mad cause I'm stylin' on ya.