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Sometimes, I listen to my friends to much. I am now running my ass off. Pardon my being quite dramatic, but as like StopThat, I am also a writer. I appologize, and I hope you all aren't stupid enough to spam a abandoned account that I will only sign onto to check new things by people I watch on this account. Do not bother flamming. It's pointless and I won't see it anyway. Well! I feel rather bad about doing that! I do infact know a few people who commited suicide, so I feel like an ass. You'll be lucky to see me again! I will not be doing ANYTHING on this account ever again. Litterally. Spaming will seriously just make you look like an with anger issuses, however, I'm an ass with anger issuses so I have no room to talk. For the love of the gods, just move on, people.
I am fleeing like a coward, and I have no shame for it. Few know what my new account shall be if I even get one. Those who care have my email address. The ones that don't have my email address that care, I will go and watch you and comment.
GOMEN NISAII!!! I CAN'T TYPE IN ROMANJI!!!
*bows before dissipearing*
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A kid walks into a jail. Says the kid, Give me two paintings please. Says the guy behind the counter, I don't work here. Says the kid, Oh, thats fine, Im Canadian.
Dude. I'm like stalking these same accounts 4 days after you.
She's got 89 weeks. I think I had like 92....
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The lights are dim. Strobe lights dance upon the ceiling, framing the twisting rabid sillhouettes of hypnotised ravers. The bass pulses through the bones, the blood, the brain; we move as one being and starkly individual at once, rising up, crashing down.
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A kid walks into a jail. Says the kid, Give me two paintings please. Says the guy behind the counter, I don't work here. Says the kid, Oh, thats fine, Im Canadian.
Alright, whatever ASS put that fake jornal up had better know this: I will find you. I will hurt you.
and a few things:
1. I have never been out of the country. Ever.
2. WTF?!
3. At least try and TYPE like me, you bitch.
4. I'm not on break. I have no school. I'm home schooled.
5. It's called correct puncuation. Try it sometime.
6. I have NO idea how to spell Guatamala. I copied and pasted just now.
7. I'm EXTREMELY agenst under-aged/pre-martial sex in real life. Ass.
8. At least try and spell like me. Caz?! Gunna?! LIK?! WTF ARE YOU DOING YOU ASS HOLE?! THAT KIND OF TYPEING ANNOYS THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!
9. I will find out who you are.
10. I'm violent.
Btw!
Do you know there was [April 4th I remember] a glinch with this ... DA system and everybody got this one fucking journal, and those who wrote a journal got this journal somehow.
Or something, so don't worry, you didn't got hacked, cause everybody got that one message.
So nowadays, this girl who's journal had spread everywhere here, is called Guatemala Girl nowadays. And that day is now known as "G-day". :3
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A kid walks into a jail.
Says the kid, Give me two paintings please.
Says the guy behind the counter, I don't work here.
Says the kid, Oh, thats fine, Im Canadian.
She's got 89 weeks. I think I had like 92....
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The lights are dim. Strobe lights dance upon the ceiling, framing the twisting rabid sillhouettes of hypnotised ravers. The bass pulses through the bones, the blood, the brain; we move as one being and starkly individual at once, rising up, crashing down.
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A kid walks into a jail.
Says the kid, Give me two paintings please.
Says the guy behind the counter, I don't work here.
Says the kid, Oh, thats fine, Im Canadian.
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"I'll have none of this soul toast."
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Signature:
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"Capitalization is the difference between "I had to help my uncle Jack off a horse.." and "i had to help my uncle jack off a horse..""
OPTIMUS PRIME: Because Jesus couldn't turn into a fire engine.
and a few things:
1. I have never been out of the country. Ever.
2. WTF?!
3. At least try and TYPE like me, you bitch.
4. I'm not on break. I have no school. I'm home schooled.
5. It's called correct puncuation. Try it sometime.
6. I have NO idea how to spell Guatamala. I copied and pasted just now.
7. I'm EXTREMELY agenst under-aged/pre-martial sex in real life. Ass.
8. At least try and spell like me. Caz?! Gunna?! LIK?! WTF ARE YOU DOING YOU ASS HOLE?! THAT KIND OF TYPEING ANNOYS THE SHIT OUT OF ME!!
9. I will find out who you are.
10. I'm violent.
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"I'll have none of this soul toast."
Do you know there was [April 4th I remember] a glinch with this ... DA system and everybody got this one fucking journal, and those who wrote a journal got this journal somehow.
Or something, so don't worry, you didn't got hacked, cause everybody got that one message.
So nowadays, this girl who's journal had spread everywhere here, is called Guatemala Girl nowadays.
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-my gallery-
I had a signature, but someone got jealous and stole it. So all I have now is this.
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"I'll have none of this soul toast."
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