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iHOLA! I am Sam. 16 and bored. I love GC. That's it, I guess.
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16 September 2009
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My problem is that I don't have a problem because I am nothing out of the ordinary. Not too smart to get into things, not too un-smart to get into other things, not too fucked up to be ruined, not too close to anyone to really feel the another person, which is why I am never betrayed nor fought with. I don't believe people are scared to fight me, don't you believe that, but in raelity it's just because I've never done anything. (Yes, I believe that fighting and disagreement are essential, healthy even.) I've never had the courage to speak up about the things that mattered or the things that required my opinion, just the mindless reminders, the mind - numbing bullshit they make me say. Yes, I know, it's my own damn fault.
Do you ever feel like shit, the rotten kind? Like you can't do anything about it? Or like you feel more like shit because you're too lazy too get off your goddamned sorry ass and actually do something about it?
Yup. I'm that kind of person.
I'm the kind of sad dork who people just talk to because they want to ask or borrow something, or whatever the hell it is they want.

Haaaa. I sound like that hypocritic fool who uses English too much. I'm sorry. to you, dearest reader/s (if anyone even reads this piece of green garbage).

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