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i dont know what's wrong with me -2-
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 Created on 11-3-07
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stereotype me.
he used to be my friend, last year. he stereotyped me and said i hated everyone, so i wrapped my arms around him and told him i loved him. he is dumb. yes it is true, i pretty much hate him now.
how could he stereotype me? becuse i like black? [it]dont mean i hate everyone, but i do. except a few. my "friends". and i love my juggalo family. because that is where i belong.
casey how could you say that yesterday, at lunch? go ahead say im emo say i cut myself (gage, alex) tease me during study hall, when you know the truth i've told you before (gage, alex). i wear black i have side-angled bangs, and always wear eyeliner. shut the fuck up, it dont mean you know me. (gage you wear black too, dumbass) you have no right to stereotype me, when you dont even understand yourself. go ahead i wont stop you, half of it's right, half of it's wrong. but im not telling you which is which.
the computer.
3 months on here but for what? no one really cares. poetry underrated. and overrated. everything on here underrated, or overrated. my shit, just posted so the parents wont find it somewhere, and think i need help. dad made me show him "The Darkness" a while back so now he thinks everything of mine is morbid. eh. try better. do your best but it will never be good enough.
why am i sitting in front of this screen again watching my words not come out right. backspace. backspace. BACKSPACE. does that button even work? "practicing my madatory class; Keyboarding I"
im sitting here, in pajamas 11:07 a.m. 2 hours after i got up. sitting here, only because i have nothing better, funner, exciting-er to do. "What about your homework?" boring. dumb. eh. how bout NO!? later. im such a procrastinator. so why am i doing this? why did they create the internet? to take away your real life? so you can sit here, like me, eating malted milk balls, with a tall glass of milk, and take away your life, your friends, and make you a computer-addict. waiting for someone to get on AIM, Yahoo, Hotmail, and any other IM thing you can think of, just so you can "talk" to someone. instead of driving into town to see them.
look what my life has become of. see my "friends" only at school. sitting in this chair everyday. you'd think i'd buy a different chair by now. nope. i have no job. i blame it on my age. and why would i buy a different chair, when i could just go get a pillow? which i shall do right now. are you proud of me mommy? i got out of the chair today for: a pillow, candy, and milk. so why am i here again? typing these thoughts down wondering who the fuck would read them? and who the fuck would care?
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