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if I could put a label on my lifestyle it would be as follows:
not innocent until proven guilty, but guilty until proven innocent as is depressed until given cause to be happy, not happy until given cause to be depressed.
how fucking lame.
I hate being lied to. I hate it almost as much as I hate my cd's skipping and people only talking to me to ask of me to return their things. I really fucking hate it.
Want to hear a story?
Once upon a time, there lived a girl. She was always very upbeat and outgoing. But one day she found herself being harder to motivate and a little less enthusiastic. She used to go to school in the morning thinking to herself "How nice! A chance to see my friends! How easy it is keeping up these good grades", but now finds herself asking "Why did I get out of bed today?". One especially shitty day in January, this less than attractive girl walked up to her chemistry teacher and said "Mrs. Fink? What's my grade?" and without hesitation, Mrs. Fink said "You have an 'F'." The girl walked away, more pallour than usual. Later that day she said "Mrs. Fink, is there anything I can do to atleast get a 'C'?" and Mrs. Fink gave her a list that would take her days to complete and said "Here. Do this and we'll see." So the poor, poor girl walked home and sat in her room for hours, even days, on end working on her seemingly endless chemistry assignments. When finally done, she approached the teacher and handed in all her late/missing/extra work. The teacher was happy and so was the girl. Later that week, the girl asked the teacher again "Mrs. Fink, What's my grade?" and Mrs. Fink replied "A 'C'." The girl was more relieved than she'd ever been, knowing her parents would have taken everything she loved away from her, and her chances of getting into her dream school would be greatly hindered on the occasion of an 'F'. So the girl had nothing left to worry about. About 3 weeks later, she get's a letter from the school. What else, but her report card! She opens it, and to her surprise.."Chemistry : F". And what else?! Comments? A "great participation" and "shows improvement", no less! From that day forward, the girl decided that she didnt like 'F's, and didn't like being lied to even more. And so the story goes, the girl did not get accepted into NYU, lost her car, lost her driving privileges and couldn't see her boyfriend anymore. And she lived miserably ever after. The end.
good fucking night.