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| TIMMY, 12 YEARS OLD, ARSENIST |
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| FROM THE WOMB TO THE GRAVE, ONE WONDERS WHY THEY ARE HERE. WHAT IS THE PERPOSE OF THEIR BEING? DO YOU WANT TO KNOW THE ANSWER? |
| HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW? |
| I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GOING TO DO WITH THIS SITE. IF YOU GOT A SUGGESTION, PUT IT IN THE GUEST BOOK, IF YOU DON'T, YOUR NOT THAT CREATIVE. |
| I DON'T LIKE PEOPLE, SIMPLE AS THAT. EVERYBODYS SELF-ABSORBED. EVEN IF THEY DON'T ACT LIKE IT...THEY ARE. WITH THE PITIFULL CONVERSASIONS THEY HAVE ABOUT THE MOST IDIOTIC SUBJECTS. DON'T YOU PEOPLE REALIZE THAT EVERY SECOND YOUR ALIVE YOUR CLOSER TO DEATH. BIRTH IS JUST THE START OF DEATH. AND TO THINK THAT I'M FORCED TO GO TO SCHOOL WITH PEOPLE. |
| I DON'T HATE ALL PEOPLE. A FEW ARE DIFFERENT...A VERY FEW. THEIR CHOICE OF CONVERSATION IS THE SAME AS THE REST, BUT FOR SOME REASON, IT CAPTIVATES ME. IT TRULY IS A MAD, MAD, MAD, WORLD... |
| I GOT PEOPLE I TALK TO, I EVEN GOT A FEW FRIENDS. MORE PEOPLE PROBOLY THINK I'M THEIR FRIEND, BUT I'M NOT. MY TRUE FRIENDS I'LL WALK UP TO AND HAVE A BAREIBLE CONVERSATION WITH. |
| BUT IN THE END, I JUST WANNA BE ALONE. LISTINING TO CD'S, PLAYING VIDEO GAMES, ANYTHING THAT CAN MAKE ME FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING. JUST GOING BRAIN DEAD FOR A LENGTH OF TIME, THAT'S MY TRUE BLISS. |
| IT'S HARD FOR ME TO GET CLOSE TO PEOPLE. I'VE BEEN MOVED AND SHUFFLED AROUND SO MUCH IT'S INCREDIBLE THAT I HAVE WHAT LITTLE SANITY I HAVE LEFT. |
| I GOT ENSOMNIA. THATS WHERE THESE THOUGHTS STEM FROM. JUST BEING AWAKE WHEN ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS SLEEP; YA GOT ALOT OF TIME TO THINK. TRY IT SOME TIME. YOU MIGHT BE SUPRISED WHAT YOU FIND OUT... |
| I DON'T REALLY BELIEVE IN,GOD. I BELIEVE IN JESUS, BUT NOT GOD. I GUESS I'VE NEVER BEEN GIVEN A REASON TO. NOW ALIENS ARE A DIFFERENT MATTER ENTIRERLY... |
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