I hate it here because of Frau Connolly. God, if she wasn't here, I'd love it. She's sucking the life out of me.
And if she touches me one more time I am going to kill someone.
Ugh. She can't even take care of her own children. It's pathetic.
I feel drowned by the insecruities of everyone around me. However, I highly doubt that this feeling will stick. I hope it does not, at least.
My family here, however, is wonderful. And I am glad.
I just really want to go home. But I don't want to be there.
Sigh.
I miss people whose first language is English (rather, American), I really do.
But I'll live. I hope.
And if I don't, ~killer-queen94 still can't have my Eclipse.
Devious Comments
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Life sucks, get used to it
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If you live life in fear of death, you really don\\\'t live at al, for death is the on inevitable constant in life. -me
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My ipod takes over the world
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I am a tree hugger. I hug trees so I can hug Kartik
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I am a tree hugger. I hug trees so I can hug Kartik
i was gonna get you a t-shirt that said something like 'i hate my sister and she's going to die soon' in german but decided against it
also, they have paperback eclipse over here, so nyeeh
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"That's the only time I have security. Myself is a bum! Myself is nothing! I'm a peon. I'm an idiot. I'm totally removed. I'm in the closet. I'm out of sight. You can't touch me!"
- River Phoenix
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I am a tree hugger. I hug trees so I can hug Kartik
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DIE MASTER YOKI!!*puts a pot on head, takes out a wooden spoon and a spatula* I SHALL KEEL YOU MASTER YOKI AND SAVE THE SPATULA KINGDOM!!
What day are you coming back?
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"Oh, sweet Christabel. Share with me your poem.
For I know now, I'm a puppet on this silent stage show.
I'm but a poet who failed his best play.
A Dead Boy, who failed to write an ending
To each of his poems."
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"That's the only time I have security. Myself is a bum! Myself is nothing! I'm a peon. I'm an idiot. I'm totally removed. I'm in the closet. I'm out of sight. You can't touch me!"
- River Phoenix
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"Oh, sweet Christabel. Share with me your poem.
For I know now, I'm a puppet on this silent stage show.
I'm but a poet who failed his best play.
A Dead Boy, who failed to write an ending
To each of his poems."
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