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Quote: from JeanClaude at 2:28 am on July 19, 2008

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Quote: from S3b7 at 2:27 am on July 19, 2008

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Psh, utter bullshit for me.

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 You're such a fag.

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May I ask why possibly?

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Some people say it's genetic, some say it's about how you grew up, but it probably has something to do with both.

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You still need to refur a friend

and you're telling me you were in that well-known gang called 'The Kings'? D=

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YOU WILL BOW DOWN TO ME.

Of college?
Alright, I guess?

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Election Information

George Carlin FTW

I was more popular than I'd ever been before (or so I thought). I had quite a large group of friends that I hung out with nearly every day after school. I had my first (and only, to date) boyfriend, and that's what threw me into my spell of "popularity." We were the couple of the school for the first few weeks we were going out. Maybe it was because we were different.

I dressed borderline "emo", and went to church twice a week. I didn't care much about my grades, which was a big mistake that I'm paying for now.

I wanted my boyfriend to kiss me so badly all year long. But he never did. (I told you we were different) I was still a pretty innocent child, and I indeed acted very childish sometimes.

One day in February of that year, I got bored, and wanted to talk to people I didn't know, because I was getting tired of the people I did know. So I surfed the web for teen forums, and ended up finding Livewire.

In the last months of my freshman year, things started to fall apart. My friends and I had a lengthy falling out over my boyfriend, whom they hated. I couldn't see anything but the good in him, and so I was oblivious to why they didn't like him. It's obvious to me now; he's an annoying and patronizing little fuck, but of course, I was blind to that back then.

And then I realized that my perceived popularity was nothing more than a masquerade, and people actually made fun of me as soon as I walked away, which is what they'd been doing all along, my whole life. And I knew that I could never trust people again. And to this day, I do not trust the motives of people who compliment me. (Are they lying? They're probably lying. They're probably going to go and laugh at me later.)

And as for my boyfriend, well, he wasn't much of a boyfriend at all.

Basically, freshman year for me was a series of one embarrassment after another. I don't like to think about it.

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Stuff I've written
*For the wretched of the earth, there a flame that never dies
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise*

Met the greatest people too bad some were seniors (gonna miss those bastards.) Most of the people I talked to were in higher grades than me. Met some nice people in my own grade and really connected with my neighbour who was in my science class, and ended being really close. Had the weirdest teachers. I cut class. Got into AP and Advanced classes for this year. Hung out in the school psychologist's office talking about the most random shit (I have no psychological problems, just a bit of ADD and anxiety) Smoked weed. Played games. Decided to make art my goal in life. Made friends with the teachers in the art department. Pissed off teachers. Disappointed others. Had serious intellectual conversations with my English teacher. Talked about horror movies with the same teacher. Overall a blur yet something so much more.