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sexta-feira, 13 de março de 2009

I feel like deleting all the pigs that call themselves my classmates off of my life. There's nothing you do for me, & we all know i've no desire to do anything remotely sane for you people anyway, so thank you very much for leaving me alone during the holidays (except for the unexpected, unnecessary, UNKNOWN call from Fatfred yesterday). Really appreciate it!

I'm brimming with joy with only my family, Roo & Bryan, don't need anyone else. & if any of those six were to leave me, my world would most definitely end, but i'd still won't need you bunch of twits. Somehow, i wish people would stop judging, or scrutinizing, or gossiping, or wondering about me. I'm not that interesting & if it fascinates you to think that i'm fine on my own, you seriously need some help. Or maybe some proper friends.

you know you love me*
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