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Alotta my pals say that I am pretty random, and i like to think out side of the box alot. Im pretty crazy but not in the straight jacket sorta way ya kno. I like to send letters to my friends cuz everyone likes to get real mail every once and a while. I also like to leave messages on answering machines. Those are a few joys in my life. Another joy in my life is my friends. They put happy into my life just being there. They are my favorite people and I would do anything for them. There are many other joys in my life such as my dog and writing. There are sum downs too but the good stuff makes up for it. Ya can't let the bad bring ya down too much bcuz then life gets a little harder everyday cuz its just bringin ya down. Movin on, Im kinda spastic and goofy and thats aways fun. I like to have fun and smile and have a good time. I'm never usually serious but sometimes I am when I write. Other than that, I usually am never serious cuz its just not me. It would just be weird. But hey I'm weird too and sponaneous so ya never know what to expect outta me I am just a firecracker that just never stops goin. Ya think the pop stops but no it keeps on goin. I can also be refered to as spark plug cuz i dunno i guess im sparky but okay. Thats about all the main stuff, you'll learn the rest in time.
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MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM, you make me so angryyyyyy
And you, yes, you know who you are. Stop kissing her ass. It's bad enough that my mom gets mad at me for no apparent reason, but when you stick up for her? WTF? Stop blaming me for everything when you fucking wanted to hang out. Yea. I risked getting hell because I wanted us to hang out. I got fucking hell and you stick up for her. WTF? I don't need her to kick you out, I'll fucking kick you outta my house if you're going to be that way. I knew we wouldn't be able to hang out most of this week because of our schedules. So I sacrafice. Then I get hell and blamed for everything. Blamed for having you come over when you call me and insist on watching a movie. Of course, then you can leave when the heat rises. And I'm stuck here, getting hell. And STILL, you are worried about yourself and how my mom is mad and may not let YOU come over when I could lose all my privileges over a fucking MOVIE. You knew I was tired, you know how my mom is about late nights of school nights, yet you still persist and then shun me for saying "Fine, come over" because I knew you wanted to. That was PRETTY cunty of you, my friend. Pretty fucking cunty. You come to my house and give me shit about how I deal with things when I'm in a foul mood, fuck that. Jenny at 10:16 PM
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