Fuck you fat bastard!!

I woke up around midnight last night. I had constipation. I was thinking too much last night. Yes, depression is linked to your digestion. I was having a hard time in the toilet last night. Haha! I just checked on my electric guitar. Fred just fucking pisses me off. He borrowed it and when he returned it, there were lots of scratches. That's not all, It looked like the body paint got scraped off. It was smooth though, I think he used sandpaper. Then it has this weird smell. That's why I don't trust Fred so much. He doesn't know how to handle things. God, tha guitar was from my dad and my dad barely gives me anything that I want. So that guitar meant a lot to me. I've learned my lesson, never trust that fat bastard!! Fucking A! Now my day is ruined.

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