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Aug 02, 2010, 10:18 PM
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Member Since: Aug 2010
Posts: 9
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It's an 89... Just an 89. And I am left wondering, wtf? Seriously? There is no way I'm mentally stable enough for anything less than 100. I have never been less sane than now, at this point in my life. I feel like a rubber band stretched to the maximum of its capacity, and I'm either ready to snap right in half or go flying across the room to brand a permanent mark in the ceiling somewhere. I'm so depressed; I feel like dying. Nothing consoles me anymore. I have no friends other than the ones I make up in my head through writing, but I guess now the reality that they aren't actually there has finally set in (I have had imaginary friends since before I started kindergarten after all...). I even feel homicidal! I just want to tear peoples' throats out or something. GAAAH! Why is it the longer I know a person the more they hate me, and vice versa!? I'm sick of all the disrespect. And I'm even more sick of trying to be social. I hate pretending to be nice and smiling at people when I feel so horrible inside.
My x-friends must have been right! I must really be a lying sociopath to get such a low score.  I probably didn't even realize I was lying on the questions! That has to be what happened, because I feel like absolute crap. I can't believe I'm such a sociopath that I am even capable of lying to myself! I wish I could go back to before I started high school and slap everyone who ever gave me trouble. Maybe if I had done that, less and less people would have messed with me until nobody wanted to at all. That would have been so great. To be left alone for one freaking day.
Oh yeah, and this  smile symbol here? I want to &!%#$!!! it beyond recognition. Why? It looks like a group of blood thirsty, smirking teens beating the living bones off some other guy.
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