I Heart You

Stupid Stupid Stupid

After successfully scaring off some stupid freshman with a lovely burst of profanity, I let my backpack slide off of my shoulders and dump it on the ground. Stupid Stupid Stupid.

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My problem is I don't think before I speak. I never have been able to master the whole thing of "Look before you leap." Me, I just sort of close my eyes and run blindly off a cliff. I've alienated a lot of people that way. By saying exactly what was on my mind, and exactly what I though of them. After that, I sort of just resorted to not saying anything at all. So, here I am now. An absolute high school nobody prone to vicious outbursts of acid laced words, caustic and stinging words that will eat through your flesh. That, and cussing.

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I sit down next to my backpack and pull out a notebook. I'd been working on a story for a while now, but I'm pretty sure I've got an uncurable case of Writer's Block. No, not writer's block. More like, Writer's Great Wall of China.
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Sorry So Short!!!!
I'll continue this later...but I'm getting kicked off the computer right now XP