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segunda-feira, 29 de outubro de 2007

Okay so i didnt fuck up english. The paper confirmed an aim for a distinction in that, thank the blooming lord. But math, ohhhh boyy dont even get me started on that, i dont even want to talk about it. It was only after the paper that i learnt the true meaning of depression : Roo & i kept shrieking our guts our about it after. Very, very very very very disappointing however you spell it. & the worst part is, people in this godforsaken house wont even try to stop talking about it. Tomorrow if the paper sucks, im going to tell everyone that it was the easiest shit on this planet. Yes, a bloody pee in the bush.. & then after i'll just go crashing head first into those pointed things on the esplanade. Yes.

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`motorcycle emptiness - manic street preachers.


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