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02-28-2007, 07:17 PM
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not really
Join Date: Jan 2007
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 i could give many examples why my life, is just as bad, if not worse. But i don't feel like sharing a bunch of **** for sympathy. So your parents are unemployed but they send you to a private school? So you have parents that care about you... ouch, bad spot you got.. |
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02-28-2007, 07:17 PM
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The Professor
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: New York City
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I here your point but when people call me out saying crying is for pussies and poetry is for girls now you guys know why I do it.....At least I have someone I can relate to here.
To ansewers I can't fight back i'm too weak and too skinny, as for the job thing I only get one during the summer I can't get one in the winter....Damn school |
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02-28-2007, 07:21 PM
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The Sexual Intellectual
Join Date: Dec 2004
Location: Somewhere cooler than you
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I'd ban him but he`d probably come back & make about 10 threads crying about it.
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 Urb's RYM Stuff Most people sell their soul to the devil, but the devil sells his soul to Nick Cave. |
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02-28-2007, 07:22 PM
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#616 (permalink) |
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not really
Join Date: Jan 2007
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loser..you too aggravating to talk to...
you manage to find flaws in everything. One of the kids i sit next to in my highschool, his brother got shot a couple months ago, does he bitch about it and cry and moan. Nope. What does he do? pwn other highschools in basketball! Hes the best player on the freshman team! |
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02-28-2007, 07:24 PM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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loser, they were all sold out of smalls, in the button up shirt style i wanted
i was uber depressed i cut myseldf liek 30 times across the jugular
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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02-28-2007, 07:40 PM
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The Professor
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: New York City
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You know you guys say my life isn't that hard and I come back with why it is and you guys still pound on me I take enough crap in ral life no need for it on the internet......And Mamagarmr (I didn't type it right) I've tried cutting myself it's not pretty and it hurt alot so I stopped and now I don't do it anymore.
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02-28-2007, 07:44 PM
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ashes against the grain
Join Date: Jul 2005
Location: new hampsha
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why would you?
do you want to die? no you don't because if you really did you'd alreayd be dead
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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that. |
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