I get tired, and upset
And I’m trying to care a little less
And on Google I only get depressed
I was taught to dodge those issues, I was told:
Don’t worry, there’s no doubt
There’s always something to cry about
When you’re stuck in an angry crowd
They don’t think what they say before they open their mouth, you gotta

Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And bury them beneath the sea
I don’t care what the people may say
What the people may say bout me.
Pack up your troubles get your old grin back
Don’t worry about the cavalry
I don’t care what the whisperers say
'Cause they whisper too loud for me

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Toppendag, bjöd på mycket skratt! :D

Men många små irriterande moment som jag är fett arg på nu -.- Hatar att lagra skit så allt blir en stor klump man blir irriterad på. Men nu tänker jag inte bry mig mer, och det borde inte du göra heller, inte om något.

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Dagens skratt var nog min (briljanta) kommentar

*tittar på klockan*
- Ska dra om ett år


hahahaha :>