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[succubus16]

I need...something, I don't know what; alcohol, drugs, a teddy bear?
The maternal one told me to try to separate myself from that group of friends, because they're a bad influence on me. I hate to be stereotypical, it's one of the few things I truly hate, yet I can't help but feel that she can't, or chooses not to see me. She doesn't realize that

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[succubus16]

Comments are ALWAYS a good thing, cuz I'm amazingly addicted to comments. I'd tell you to go ask RC for verification of this, but you don't know him and he'd prolly be all "Liz, people who know you are IMing me about devART...and they say your name isn't Liz...come to think of it, your page says your name is Laura, not Liz" except without the capitalization and/or punctuation, cuz he's just like that. Actually, that would come right after him laughing his head off and probably falling out of his chair because he'd COMPLETELY get it about the comment-addiction-thing. ...Actually, Alex would get it too, but he'd just do that eye-rolling-thing like he usually does when I get comments ...because he doesn't understand the magic of comments.

I wasn't saying that it was just that one little IM conversation that was the root of all..umm...yeah. But I mean...what if I'd been all squicky and girly and "ewww! Worms and coffins are yucky!" instead of treating death as nothing more than a less corporeal extension of life?
I'm also convinced that trans-fatty acids have a direct effect of causing depression and making people suicidal. And I have ALMOST scientific proof of this: I presented the theory to my camp buddies and we did a mini *thing* on it and yeah...so that would explain why America's suicide rate and happy-pill rate is so high...Trans-fatty acids....yeah, done now.

No, as much as the kids down the street think I'm some punkass stoner, I don't think I'd be able to willingly bring down the grades (except on that one chem test when the question was Food should ALWAYS... and I marked a)"contain chocolate" when the real answer was c)"stay out of the lab"). That's much more of a side effect than a...a...something done intentionally.
Both parents have TRIED to get me to go to this guy, but I get all defensive and sarcastic when they even imply that there might be something wrong with me...They gave up with that 4 or 5 years ago. There's that bitch who calls herself Pride...she tends to make herself known (and annoyingly so) only when I need her least.

I'm still here, aren't I? There's that major squickiness about the pain thing...That was brought up in that conversation...that the most painless way to die that we could think of was a carbon monoxide OD, and that still isn't exactly comfortable.