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Feb 2013
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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