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Meeting new people.. not sure if I want to really.. They keep talking..I keep ignoring.. Or maybe I don't. ..I think I just want to.. I need something more..they can't provide it.. So why even try.. If this ******* ****** bag says one more thing.. His night is gonna be over.. I don't think he realizes what he is doing.. Its not as funny as he thinks.. I hope he doesn't think he can handle what I can dish.. I'm getting side tracked.. I ******* hate frat boys There is five of them..I'm by myself. .but my knife is close.. Good I'm glad that's over..it would be a long ride home..and the blood would **** up my shirt.. I love this shirt..
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
I hate people
Meeting new people.. not sure if I want to really.. They keep talking..I keep ignoring.. Or maybe I don't. ..I think I just want to.. I need something more..they can't provide it.. So why even try.. If this ******* ****** bag says one more thing.. His night is gonna be over.. I don't think he realizes what he is doing.. Its not as funny as he thinks.. I hope he doesn't think he can handle what I can dish.. I'm getting side tracked.. I ******* hate frat boys There is five of them..I'm by myself. .but my knife is close.. Good I'm glad that's over..it would be a long ride home..and the blood would **** up my shirt.. I love this shirt..
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
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