Fuuuckkkk You

You take the joy out of everything, you’re a party pooper, a fun sponge, no one likes you, you’re ugly, insane, you don’t function right, people fight you alllll the time, and you kill people.

It’s not someone I hate, it’s something that I hate.

CANCER. CANCER. CANCER.

Breast cancer, ovarian cancer, prostate cancer, brain cancer, lung cancer, pancreatic cancer, esophageal cancer, and everything else!

The fuck you think you can just make yourself at home in someone else’s body? Well ya can’t, even though you do it anyways. You make me write about how you’re taking over my coach’s body in English class. And it makes me cry, and I don’t like crying. So I wrote a letter to you, and so here it is.

Dear Cancer,

You’ve recently taken part in making my favorite coach sick. And that sucks, because I don’t think you realize who she is. You’re going down, just saying. She’s the strongest, most energetic, nicest, genuinely caring person I have ever met, and if you think that you and your cells can reproduce like a little slut and win, you’re stoooooopid. I love Nelson so don’t take her from me. I really don’t like writing about how she has cancer, so I’d really like to write something about how she beat the shit out of you. Ok that’s all.

Fuck off,
Lauren

PROMMMM!

Soooo excited to get down with the get down tonight! Whoopidy whoop whoop! Let’s do dis biznatches!

I’ll be amazed if I get an ounce of sleep tonight.