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my problem is that i don't care enough, i guess.
in the opinion of my peers, i guess the problem is that i don't care about the right things.
i beg your pardon if i don't give a dancing fuck about your semi/prom/whatever -the-fuck-its-for dress.
i just don't care. IT'S A DRESS.
in the grand scheme of things it counts for nothing, so get the hell over it.
in the grand scheme of things, none of this counts for anything, in fact.
it really isn't my fault that i'm not just like all the rest of you. all you care about are dresses, dances, dates, boys and god knows what else.
i hate to tell you this, but there is more to life than your petty stupidity.
i'm sorry if my temper is short sometimes and i get mad easily, but i do not have the patience to put up with your girly crap. that's all it is. GIRLY CRAP.
there. i've said it. now i should print this off and make you read it, maybe knock some sense into you. i hope you all take a good solid knock to the head one of these days.