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MATT YOU ARE A BUNCH OF FUCKWITTAGE

BASTARD.
I HOPE YOU DIE.

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the more i think about it, the more i can't stand myself. my ugliness, the way i dress, my attitude, everything. i'm so sick and tired of hearing my own voice. i hate myself. i really do. I wish I could die

I should have died when I was born, why did they keep me alive? I almost did die, but the hospital did everything in their power to save me. (i was premature and i weighed 1 pound something) i should have been killed off. it wasn't right for me to be living right now. i belong in another time, another world, another dimension. not here.
I AM SO SICK OF THIS! god! it's wasting time! i am a complete waste of god damn time! STOP READING THIS STUPID JOURNAL ENTRY.

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<td> The Eighties Pop Act Test deems me: </td>
<td> 65% Eighties Pop Act You are Tone Loc: You were all the rage in the eighties with your baloon pants, and head bands, but now you have moved quietly to your new life, and you don't keep in touch with your friends from that time. Go listen to Janet Jackson CDs.

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i'm supposed to be doing my science project...but my mom's helping me out. u_u i'm so troubled. But I'm feeling better. I guess I was a little "down in the dumps".......

I think when I get home tomorrow I'll have some fun. No homework, no nothing, just fun. FUN includes: Playing Tomb Raider and trying not to land in the water,

and...shoot. i gotta go. >.< later.