I wish essays/phones/French teachers/menopausal women and computers didn't exist.
Why, just, why.
Seriously.
Why.
Fucking why.
Why do teachers lie to your parents to get you in trouble or pretend to be your best friend and lick your arse so you tell them about stuff that makes you unhappy so that they can try to make you out to be some insane child with abusive parents or tell you to change your fucking hair a few weeks before you do your GCSE's when you obviously have other things on your fucking mind.
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