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I am a Deviously Annoying
Glass-Alice
Female/United States
Why I Am Here
- To be spectacular beyond beleif
- To herd llamas
- To fave without commenting
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Completely Useless Unless Thrown
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Lately, I've felt so much like a child. It's painful.
I'm in my Senior Year of high school and I'm terrified. I can't do anything after school because I've gone a fucked up my GPA, and I'm too fat to join the Army or any branch of military.
I'm lost.
Not only this, but so many of my friends are suffering. And I can't seem to do anything about it. I feel useless.
No matter how well I'm doing at something. No matter how much people compliment my work... I just can't shake this feeling of total and utter uselessness.
I know I just sound like all the other non-conforming conformist teenagers whining about their lives... But it's how I feel and since I have difficulties talking to my parents I figured I'd vent it out here.
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May the Fleas of a Thousand Camels infest the Crotch of the Person that Screws Up your Day and may their Arms be too short to scratch. -Proud Risembool Ranger-
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May the Fleas of a Thousand Camels infest the Crotch of the Person that Screws Up your Day and may their Arms be too short to scratch. -Proud Risembool Ranger-
<--- Not really relevant, but who couldn't use a good party?
-- "For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still."
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May the Fleas of a Thousand Camels infest the Crotch of the Person that Screws Up your Day and may their Arms be too short to scratch. -Proud Risembool Ranger-
-- "For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still."
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Mush
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May the Fleas of a Thousand Camels infest the Crotch of the Person that Screws Up your Day and may their Arms be too short to scratch.
-Proud Risembool Ranger-
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Mush
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May the Fleas of a Thousand Camels infest the Crotch of the Person that Screws Up your Day and may their Arms be too short to scratch.
-Proud Risembool Ranger-
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"For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still."
And you're so right, who doesn't like a party?
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May the Fleas of a Thousand Camels infest the Crotch of the Person that Screws Up your Day and may their Arms be too short to scratch.
-Proud Risembool Ranger-
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"For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still."
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If only the sky would crumble and fall, I could fly to anywhere.
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If only the sky would crumble and fall, I could fly to anywhere.
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