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So' YES...back in 2005 when I was in high school, I used to own a crazy journal.  I just found it again looking through oldies......  I would write stuff about shit (lol!), kinda like this blog.  I would try to draw my feelings, I was hurt  by so many things back then.  I would write stuff to myself and to people I didn't know at the moment, imaginary people.  Of course I had many issues, lmao.  I also used this notebook to insult people in a private way.  And to share stuff with my friends... these are the remaining...

yes... emo crap XD ... i was a damaged kid...

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