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I'm not one to get mad about a lot of things. Yes usually i will blow up for no reason, but it takes a lot to get me really mad. Yet somehow those things always reach me when I'm in a good mood. I've noticed lately how the human race can be either amazing *one week anniversery of the Good Samartian* or they can be complete opposite of that. It really boggles me. Whatever this was a pointless post, but I'm really mad at my family.