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I can't take this shit anymore.
I hate being around constant fighting. Yet everywhere I go it seems that's all people want/need. They talk to me and ask me questions and I don't know what to tell them anymore.
They love what I have to say and think it's smart and all that shit; but, they don't ever follow any of it. I want out of this so bad; why in the hell did I have to come back to Augusta? I despised this hellhole of a city when I first came here. It's the same shit over and over again.
I will move out of here and it will be for good. Maybe I just need to get the hell out of Georgia. Chicago is looking more attractive now; but, I left there for the same thing.
Or maybe I should stick it out here and just push these people away. I've tried to be a good friend but it hurts too much to watch people destroy themselves and their families. It just hurts way too much.
I need to stop running away and trying to escape it. Surround myself with people who have a foothold on reality and know how to deal with their problems without bickering and violence. We're adults, not teenagers.
I'll probably just renew my enlistment in the Navy; at least there, I do have a purpose.
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[Yeah, I know I'm bad but im good at it]
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your opinion is wrong
Here's some wholesome, useless trivia about me :
looking at shaved heads gives me goosebumps...and that wasn't in a kinky manner btw
Hit me with some trivia bout yourself
:. head on down to *82deg if you don't know what the hell is going on.
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hakuna matata?
Every time I think of you
I get a shot right through
Into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine
But it's a problem I find
Living the life that I can't leave behind
There's no sense in telling me
The wisdom of a fool won't set you free
But that's the way that it goes
And it's what nobody knows
And every day my confusion grows
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for the final moment
You say the words that I can't say
I feel fine and I feel good
I feel like I never should
Whenever I get this way
I just don't know what to say
Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
I'm not sure what this could mean
I don't think you're what you seem
I do admit to myself
That if I hurt someone else
Then I'll never see just what we're meant to be
Every time I see you falling
I get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for the final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say
Every time I see you falling
I'll get down on my knees and pray
I'm waiting for the final moment
You'll say the words that I can't say
You've just been spontaneously(badly) serenaded and served a nice, toasty
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hakuna matata?
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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Random Deviant
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alt.uk co-founder
britain account maintainer
I chose b.
She has the daylight at her command,
She gives the night its dreams,
She can uncover your darkest fear,
And make you feel forget you feel it
I was tagged by $dygel with Evanescence - Imaginary.
If you're confused, please check `liquify's journal for the rules!
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$lolly Re: Magic The Gathering (#9863947) "I tap 23 mana and send this thread to the gaming forum."