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Downstairs for more cheese.

Fuck you, bitches.

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Now my brother wants to speak up. He’s a retard, but glass me shards in the face if he doesn’t have things to say. Piece of garbage, what is your verdict?

Yes exactly, I thought you were stupid and judgmental, which is another form of stupdity.

In any case there’s lots of stupid people so watch out you might be psychologically abused without even knowing it.

Korea has good internet.

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I wish to assassinate the guys who say “Don’t fear failure” and “Don’t give up”.

Case in point.

Ass-hats in the cross-points gun over specs.

Ded too soon.

Such garbage humns.

Failure is such a part of it.

Dont’ succeed, or you’ll be stigmatized.

No one has a clue.

You’re all garbage.

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This is not good. This is not good at all. Just relax.

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Thanks, Saania Sparkle, I guess? I don’t really know who you are b/c you don’t post but I guess you’re into philosophy. I don’t know which philosophy I represent. Probably hedonism and existentialism. Interesting mix, is it not?

Anyway I should probably drink more but the psychic rage from the parents cometh and so I am afraid, once more, and they threaten me, once more, and so nothing is changed so therefore they have put pressure on me, which increases the pressure on me, which makes me want to drink more, so I do, more easily, because well let’s face it they’re retards.

Thanks for the feedback loops courses, college.

Not good for much else.

Never had sex.

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Correction: Need me not to.

Holy hell I need to rip up a J at a rave some time.

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I’m not allowed to eat cheese anymore because my parents don’t want me to.

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I’d go downstairs to the living room or outside but to do that I have to walk past the closet where my dad sleeps and hangs out on the computer, and I’d rather not do that b/c he’ll have a mega-hurtful compact assy comment for me to ruin my mood when I pass by. It might even be “I Love you” which is total horseshit b/c he’s a piece of garbage and what the fuck is that. But anyway. I’m still thinking of going outside to the garbage rear yard to look at some prosaic flowers I don’t know why because mostly everything in and around this house is garbage so there’s nothing to do so might as well be outside, amiright?

Or else a slice of cheese in the kitchen. But then the usual conundrum: Lose appetite as soon as around garbage (the family). Mega-unfortunate.

I’m sure you understand.

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K one more bottle.

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K one more bottle.