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Wednesday, March 07, 2007
" i'd say it's time ; 5:35 PM "

School sucked. Well, most of it.
The remedial is like, a bad idea. Not many people
turn up anyway. It's not like people are going to say
"Oh yay, remedial today. Let's go have fun there.
Let's go be good nerdy pupils."
HARDLY. No one gives two hoots, I'm super sure of that.
But nonetheless, people like me turn up at remedial
and practically die there.
They keep reminding you that it's not punishment.
We know already, thanks for the info.

Anyway, it's very hard to know who's who.
It's hard to tell yourself what you're thinking.
And it's hard to decide
what I want to be sometimes.
It's really suffocation when it comes down
to the basic points. And then there's
no where to turn.
Aaaah.
crap.

I NEED MY DOSE OF MUSIC.
YAY.
BYE!




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