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dear rochester institute of technology,
i dont care about fucking mens hockey. stop e mailing me.
i hate my mother. i hate television. i hate malls.
my mother is incredibly selfish. shes a fucking BITCH. aaaaah how can you be so cold and uncaring to your own child?
television is too loud and flashy and obnoxious. my brain cant handle this.
shelves and shelves of crap in malls make me nauseous. its too over stimulating. i cant deal with any of these things right now. ghetto girl, put your fucking arm down so i can walk by. adjust your mammouth body so i can pass. it doesnt say anything about your pride, be a little fucking considerate. i know having me squeeze around you is real cute and all, but come on.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
watching al roker eat "pie in a jar" and a gay man with no shirt and red pants chase a taxi, and bongo drums and a close up on a southern guy's nostril and techno and SHITTTT im flipping out., asiuhdjahsdjhasd
i thought i was going to have a nervous breakdown in the mall. but then in the parking lot this skinny emo boy leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette smiled at me, and then a bus of hisidic jews passed by me. MENTALLY RETARDED HISIDIC JEWS. downs syndrome and the curls and the yamulkes and it was so fucking wonderful. it made me want to cry. i hate life! and i love it so much. and this intensity is so funny.
its weird, when i "hurt" nowadays, i think about whats hurting, and realise its not pain, its just something... i can make myself insensitive to it almost, but while still being completely involved in the moment. i dont know. nevermind. i need to do drugs and get laid.
aaaah i feel so good right now. bitchy livejournal posts are so annoying, and this is the first one thats actually done anything for me. i actually feel relieved. i want to pee, i want to do laundry, i want to love people, i want tooooooooooooooooooo
i dont care about fucking mens hockey. stop e mailing me.
i hate my mother. i hate television. i hate malls.
my mother is incredibly selfish. shes a fucking BITCH. aaaaah how can you be so cold and uncaring to your own child?
television is too loud and flashy and obnoxious. my brain cant handle this.
shelves and shelves of crap in malls make me nauseous. its too over stimulating. i cant deal with any of these things right now. ghetto girl, put your fucking arm down so i can walk by. adjust your mammouth body so i can pass. it doesnt say anything about your pride, be a little fucking considerate. i know having me squeeze around you is real cute and all, but come on.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
watching al roker eat "pie in a jar" and a gay man with no shirt and red pants chase a taxi, and bongo drums and a close up on a southern guy's nostril and techno and SHITTTT im flipping out., asiuhdjahsdjhasd
i thought i was going to have a nervous breakdown in the mall. but then in the parking lot this skinny emo boy leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette smiled at me, and then a bus of hisidic jews passed by me. MENTALLY RETARDED HISIDIC JEWS. downs syndrome and the curls and the yamulkes and it was so fucking wonderful. it made me want to cry. i hate life! and i love it so much. and this intensity is so funny.
its weird, when i "hurt" nowadays, i think about whats hurting, and realise its not pain, its just something... i can make myself insensitive to it almost, but while still being completely involved in the moment. i dont know. nevermind. i need to do drugs and get laid.
aaaah i feel so good right now. bitchy livejournal posts are so annoying, and this is the first one thats actually done anything for me. i actually feel relieved. i want to pee, i want to do laundry, i want to love people, i want tooooooooooooooooooo