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Hi my name is so and so, sometimes when i'm bored, i draw people in my head. I listen to music a lot but the best times are usually when i'm on the bus. I don't think many people know about me because I keep a low profile. On days when i'm upset, i paint my toe nails and red is my favourite color. I have white feet, they remind me of porcelain. My eyes resemble almonds and my lids look like define lines imprinted in clay. I wish I were somebody else, maybe superman perhaps, my red cape in the wind, ever so free. My blog is a collection of my perspectives, thoughts and emotions. I write when I write, what I write. Your critcism is not welcomed.
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time: 8:25 PM
date: Tuesday, October 31, 2006
im being shipped off t aunts house tom without tablet so brother will get a good environment for o levels. also equals t being cut off of all forms of communication. thanks alot, brother is being such a fucking pain in the arse. i really do have t use the tablet (it has reached this pathetic stage), and he keeps telling them how i lie and msn the time away. oooooh, o levels my foot. "half my history notes are in there!", and whats worse, they believe him.

and why the hell do i even bother? bother with doing this, organising that. when oh yeah, no one's fucking interested. i thought what they said was true, but in the end its all a freak show. i told father theres no chalet. father asked why, and i said cos life's a fucking bitch. and for once, he didnt scold me. because its true, everyone knows that. xiner's right, my mouth is really so foul. :/ i cant help it. im going t be forced t do housework at aunts house, omg screams.


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