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I hate thinking about love, it really is all a joke. I hate listening to my teacher talk about success being all about money, does nobody realize being happy with yourself is success? There are such greater things to think about then fucking money, big houses, nice cars, and being popular. There is more beauty in the world then pretty faces and fake personalities. I wish the world were simpler, but there is a slim chance of that. I love simple things, like napolean dynamite and sitting in a car smoking cigarettes.