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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
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