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naka A ako jan
FINE. YOU'RE GREAT! My merit english means nothing now. Rub it in my face some more will you.
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I don't really mean what I said earlier. It's just I now feel pressured to get an A (though at best I'm getting a B+ and at worst a C+) in histo because you said you got an A in histo. I am afraid of letting you down even though 10 minutes ago, I was planning on turning you down like a smack down.
Ha!
That made no sense whatsoever because it's not like we've ever gone past friendly banter and it's not like I'm the type who inspires affection and, God strike me down, romance.
When has life gotten to a point that I can't even be proud of my papers?
WE MUST END THIS PITY FEST NOW.
...
At least I'm not as overweight as this person is. *cringes at self for making such a low blow*
And on to other news, I found the old blog I virtually decimated with the sheer power of my angst. It was originally at ouroborous.pitas.com, but because I put so much unmentionable shit in that thing, I rewrote the HTML code and placed the filler text to end all filler texts to replace a year's? worth of ぜつぼうした.
Nothin here.
Such a spectacularly Isa move, to make a blog that does nothing but whine, and then erase it all in one fell swoop out because it ceased being cathartic and instead became disgusting. Yeah. Real mature. 4 years and acceptance still seems like a message written on water.
S: What did you dream about?
L: Utopia. Shangri La. Xanadu. Arcadia.
S: In your dreams, were you there?
naka A ako jan
FINE. YOU'RE GREAT! My merit english means nothing now. Rub it in my face some more will you.
----*
I don't really mean what I said earlier. It's just I now feel pressured to get an A (though at best I'm getting a B+ and at worst a C+) in histo because you said you got an A in histo. I am afraid of letting you down even though 10 minutes ago, I was planning on turning you down like a smack down.
Ha!
That made no sense whatsoever because it's not like we've ever gone past friendly banter and it's not like I'm the type who inspires affection and, God strike me down, romance.
When has life gotten to a point that I can't even be proud of my papers?
WE MUST END THIS PITY FEST NOW.
...
At least I'm not as overweight as this person is. *cringes at self for making such a low blow*
And on to other news, I found the old blog I virtually decimated with the sheer power of my angst. It was originally at ouroborous.pitas.com, but because I put so much unmentionable shit in that thing, I rewrote the HTML code and placed the filler text to end all filler texts to replace a year's? worth of ぜつぼうした.
Nothin here.
Such a spectacularly Isa move, to make a blog that does nothing but whine, and then erase it all in one fell swoop out because it ceased being cathartic and instead became disgusting. Yeah. Real mature. 4 years and acceptance still seems like a message written on water.
S: What did you dream about?
L: Utopia. Shangri La. Xanadu. Arcadia.
S: In your dreams, were you there?