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What the hell have I been writing here? Seriously? No one gives a damn.. no one gives a damn... So far, I havent gotten any richer yet. I'm kind of disappointed. But scared too. People are getting way too pervert again.
- She isnt going to the prom with me. I know it now and it drives me crazy. What the hell is this supposed to mean? That she goes with that Someone Else, that she prefers some friendzoned guy? ... is he friendzoned at all? What is he to her? What do I mean for her? Maybe she wants to leave me but she cant, for several reasons: I cant stand being left. She might feel like she HAS to stay with me because of what I do.
or I dont know. It's all bullshit. Just like this text. Man, this is real improvising. Nothing makes sense and everything sounds shitty.
- I'm sexy but I didnt know it before.
Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, dear not-me, happy birthday to you!
Shit, shit, shit...
I'm gonna sell Pink Floyd. Dont hate me, Rogers.
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