Dear Diary,
This is nothing new. I've been in this position before. Grandma crib, ****** outside of her door. Different day, same s**t... Are you as tired of this replay as I am? Not that I give a f*** about your opinion. The number below 231 is 230, not 233. I'm sick of seeing weights with 23 in front. No!!! I don't want 240 or anything higher. I know those are easy, but I'm going hard. Remember H.A.M.? Then act like it you stupid muthaf***a! Huh? Yeah I lost weight. And? Am I supposed to be happy about that? I was happy with 232 the first time. Not so much the third. Now go tell that f***in scale to get the numbers right before I ride on his punk a**. And I don't mean like the 20+ miles I did with the EBG last night. Oh yeah. I almost forgot. F*** you with a capital d***, a**hole.
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