+196 There comes a day when after you move schools, you lie in bed and cry yourself to sleep because you realize you miss everything about your old school, whether it is the girl whose makeup makes her look like she got gang-banged by crayola, the boy that sexually harassed you, the sucky amounts of homework and the insanely complicated problems, or even the shit written about you on bathroom stalls... amirite?
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