My dad saw my grades today. I'm sorry its not the present you wanted.
I know I fucked up, but you don't need to make me feel bad about it. Way to make the Christmas spirit go round. Even after I burned myself preparing your Christmas Dinner
I need more money. I need a job. I need new shoes. I need a car. I need a lot of things. I have to find a place to stay soon...
Sorry for the sad Blog, but I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and that your's go a lot better than mine.
PS.
I'm sorry everyone. I can't get you your presents. I need to start saving my money for when I have to move out. The Lost Workshop will probably be the last time I will spend money for a while. I'm really sorry guys.
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