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Info  If you've found this blog, then chances are great that you know me. I'm just a regular asian schoolgirl, and there's nothing out of the ordinary with me. But alongside that, I am a violinist, an artist, a model, a travel enthusiast, and a web designer. I love many things such as: my culture, foreign languages, books, stuffed animals, the rain, and animals. In the same breath, I dislike a few things. These few would consist of: homework, cold weather, milk, heights and crowded beaches. I also have my share of hopes and dreams alongside everyone else.
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Thursday, September 25, 20087:46 PM
own up  Fact: You're mother never taught you to be so rudeAre you afraid of me? You can talk to me in school and in person, but you can't really mutter a word to me through a computer screen? You im me and then chicken out using that stupid excuse all the time. Oh, chores, homework. Are you fucking kidding me? You never do homework. Don't even bother lying to me. I know you much better than that. I know you more than you know yourself. You're so predictable. But you need to face the facts. I don't need to explain to you. You're a big boy now. You should understand without mommy's help. Are you scared because you can't tell what I'm thinking through text? When I met you I thought you were smart. Then I realized you were nothing but a brainless blubbering ball of meat. But then I found out that you were very rational and calculating. So do the math, you're good at it. Besides, you're in Honors, so figure me out. No cheating, the answers aren't in the back of the book this time. ----- You've probably heard this a lot, but I gotta tell ya, you're a dick. Hah, you're nothing but a brainless tool that needs to get his own personality. You can't treat people like shit like that. Besides, in Psych that means that you were emotionally abused as a child. Emotionally abused? Fuck that. Probably physically too. I mean look at your face. It looks like it was blowtorched off, collected into a coffee can and reconstructed with play-doh. Just because the kid left the school doesn't mean you can go off taking his personality. You're just another one of his mindless drones. If you're trying to be him, then I hate to break it to you, but you're never going to be like him. You can pretend all you want. Do you like to watch people suffer? Do you laugh because inside you know that you caused it? Well, if you do, all I gotta prescribe is some Zoloft. They prescribe it to crazy people all the time. You have the creepy serial killer face. The next time I see you, I'll personally fix that. Besides, I am going to be a doctor, might as well practice now. ---- |
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