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Kinda tired, have a paper due tues by the end of class (3 pages on Ben Franklin) talk about snore fest...who cares about american literature, i mean yea i kno who ben franklin was, hes the dude who conducted energy first...what else do u need to kno?...does it really seem like i want to know he made a wharf out of stolen bricks when he was ten...no not really...i've been doing a lot of thinking recently, i really need to reavaluate my life....you see...theres this boy he is dating my friend and shes like so "cute" right?...so why the hell does he keep harrassing me at work and everywhere else we r alone? is this some damned curse for my not being a conformist of the ever demanding world...y am i having to endure such temptations while everyone else has been able to just keep on with their lives. I want to say something like "yo help me out"...but like my past blogs say no one cares...or so i think...this is a conspiracy everyone is blind to it but me....they attack the quiet crazy emotional ridden girl with the sweetest guy...having him flirt and twinkle those golden eyes at her...grr! and to make matters worse hes been my bestest snuggle buddy of a friend since third grade...i miss our time...now its hormones, testosterone, and estrogene clouding our minds...did i mention he looks like that boy from KYLE XY.... which means he = mega hot....as his beloved girltoy would say....gag....he should kno by now that its always been me...yes im a crybaby, mean, bitchy (working on it), talkative, and crazy, but isn't that the girl of every guys dreams?...the one whom he cant stop thinking about....the one that makes him wonder why shes the way she is...the girl who makes him want to be a better person...im that girl....i want to be that girl....but i never will.....im not "hot" (like his present eye-candy sweetheart)...im too tall (talking 6')....skinny (like whatsherface)....and i cant be sweet and ditzy cuz its not me...i wanna be a prom queen diva!!!....ok maybe not...scratch that DEFINETELY NOT!!! that'd be like me attempting to shoot myself and missing and shooting my nose off...talk about painful...and graphic...i jus wanna be noticed....im so tired of the never ending picking....i jus wanna be a kid again....like peterpan...i will never grow up.....im a toys r us kids...theres a million different toys that i can play with....talk about flashback....i needed that.....again teenagers scare the living shit outta me...they can care less as long as someone will bleed....yea thats pretty true....they feed on the little weaklings and devour them....i wish highschool wasnt like the everyday nightmare i fall asleep to...talk about drama....theres just to much crap at school....if there wasnt that urge to go out and get laid...i think it might be a bttr place.....no cuz then we'd be fighting bout who stole whos barbie...i dont think thats really the way id have the world....cuz if i had the world as i wanted it....everything would be nonsense...and everything would be wut it wouldnt be, and wut it wouldn't be it would be...not to mention nonsense is nothing and nothing is nonsense...(revised alice in wonderland)....o that makes me think of the new marilyn manson couple.....agh im supposed to be his wife.........ive loved him since forever...its almost depressing im in love with ppl who will never kno i exist...its too tragic.....i pray that nothing like this happens to anyone else....in life and death there is no fairness...theres only one thing uncertainty and no one has the guts to say they are uncertain of whats bothering them....talk about a major drag.....dont know y that came out...that had nothing to do with wut i was typing about....i think thats been something ive been thinking about for a long time....i just need to write it down....dont kno y or care...it feels like im actually getting out wut i wanted to...putting my thoughts in the open....eek i just wanna dance....like im a crazed rokstar....or even bttr... a deranged crumper....talk about random and totally off the wall.....ive been crumpin recently and i mean its a really great way to express urself...my brother crumps all the time and i didnt kno how great it feels to go out there on the floor and just channel ur emotions into something productive....i mean yea i write, draw, paint, play music, but crumping is like a new form of myself that i have never even thought could come out....its like im unlocking areas of my mind that i thought never existed....like ive recently become attached to dorky 80s movies....and retro pop music....like those snobby queer assed mfers who rule everyoines school....but shhhhhhh.....no one needs to kno....its almost like im beganning to understand why everyone acts the way they do....its almost to unreal....love...understanding....health....emotions...anger....yet im still bored...thats y i wrote this...i wanted to tell u how bored i was...but now im not so bored....a late sunday night....its almost so unreal.....well to all u ppl out there thatll prolly read this and go wtf? ur not meant to understand this...its only for us ppl like myself who understand wut im talking about.....i need to finish that report on franklin....talk bout icky....AHHHHHh...need to eat and go to sleep really...but skool and grades come first....my mother is so crazy

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Y doesnt any kid know wut good music is anymore????

i mean puh leez these new crapped out bands that everyone is bent around are seriously pathetic........sheesh wheres the nirvana, the clash, the cure, the cranberries....ahhhhh forget it no one knows wut the fuck im talkin about

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dammit i had jus written a fuckin blog when my computer decides to b a fag and bo back..............i lost every fucking thing i wrote..............irefuse to start over so im gonna make it short...........i hate this world, u, nd all the rest of these god damned mother fuckers who r takin up space that could b used for more productive things.........shit.........i kno wut a ficking bitch right?..........well i dont fucking care...........im a bitch and i dont give a fucking care.........nywhos i have now forever stainde my pillowcase....it will forever b filled with my useless tears......yea im a lil emotional right now.........im nto pmsin so stop thinkin that.......im always like that......get over it........yea i had a bowl of bitch for breakfast with a side of bitterness, and a biscuit covered in sorrow......bye

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