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LINGON
BERRY
AVAL
ANCHE
This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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Saturday, 8 March 2008 AT 3:37 am


What is wrong with my life?
What is wrong with ME??
I must have been Vlad the Impaler in my past life because I'm so obviously paying for something, big time.

Going to church holds no solid purpose for me. God's presence is gone from my life. I am such a sinner so the pearly gates will probably bang shut in my face, but then again knowing my luck, I won't get to drop to Hell either. I'll most likely end up as a lost soul, stuck in transition somewhere for eternity.
My family probably thinks I'm a real disappointment, considering most of my cousins are like certified geniuses. They can't help but compare me to their superiority, and then wonder why the heck their peers can produce such fine offspring, while they got stuck with the obnoxious little shit that is me. My sister is constantly being pitted against me, which is fine for her, seeing as she's so obviously "the better child", but not so peachy for me.
It is highly plausible that sooner or later my friends will drop me like a hot potato. After all, I'm only the silly goofy one right? The one to which people are most likely to say, "Please go and dye your hair blonde. This instant." The retard who doesn't have a clue about public tranport, and will probably die or get kidnapped/raped/murdered if I'm left alone in HBD neighbourhood areas. The one who blabbers on about drama series and hot guys and throws random bitchfits and irritates everybody. Yes, I can totally understand why they wouldn't want to have anything to do with me.
And the school. The system. They can't stand retards like yours truly who can't do elementary math to save my worthless life and waste the country's resources by hogging school space meant for newcomers because I can't meet the promotional criteria to stay in my year!

I have so much more to rant on about, but those are all going to be censored, seeing as I will happily be smacked unconscious and chained up by a certain group of girls if I show any suicidal tendencies, online or otherwise. All I will say is that I am trying to find out which way to go is fastest; slitting, or stabbing.

Someone please, shoot me. It really is kinder that way.

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