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hee hee hee ( is that evil enough...) anyway he was there all right, and he was scary (well not at first... like at all) but when i was laughing he obviously didn't like it -
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yet the only sound i could hear were the crackling flames as the firefighters tried to put them out. not my father's laughter, or my mother's smile, or my annoying brothers, all of
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miserable. that's probably the last thing you expected me to say... but it's true. the people who act like they are smarter than me, but they aren't, bossing me around disgust me.
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anyone can ask on a perfectly good morning is to ask how are you. because then you actually have to think about how you are doing, and that just stinks. especially on a good mornin
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it's not like she cares. she doesn't care about anything involving me. i am a disappointment she says. she doesn't mean it, but it is hard to look past those cold, empty, mad eyes.
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Blinding white lights. the smell of antiseptic. the scratchy paper shift she was wearing. frantic voices swirling around her head in a chorus of blurs and slurs. where was she?