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lol, sorry if you're forreal but it feels like a joke x]
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who are you? :] (you're kinda off but i'm still happy lol)
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crap spelling, shit grammar, no shot... and it's spelled "damn"
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thank you! :]
and it's fine- i'm japanese, german, ainu, and a little italian and irish -
not really, can be though. most of the time i just think im being nice and people take it the wrong way.
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just a guess but i'm assuming you meant to say "whore," and while i could give you a response verifying that i am, in fact, not a whore, the fact that you mispelt a 5-letter word proves to me that you're incompetent and therefore would not comprehend half of what i would say. in short: i don't care what you think you retarded fxck :] have a nice day!
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i don't care, i could care less what her friends think of me.
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what?! you mean i'm in college level and college prep classes, on honor roll, aware that your grammar sucks and i'm an idiot!?! damn it! why didn't you tell me sooner?! :O
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i honestly don't know. lol. but, uh, you just did it too. lol x]
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oh. honestly, yes, i did cut. and i used a lot of things: sewing needles, pins, broken glass, whatever i could get my hands on. mainly razor blades though. and before you ask, i don't do it anymore.
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to be honest, i made a lot of mistakes. i hurt myself... a lot, in a lot of different ways. i did a lot of things i'm not proud of, at all. i was depressed and hurt, i just didn't feel like being happy. it was hard. no, actually, it was worse than hell. but i kept going. i didn't always want to but i made it through every day. and after a while, those stupid jokes you didn't wanna hear, they make you laugh. and those friends who stayed up all night to talk you down, you guys are staying up all night talking about how dumb your teachers are. it was slow for me, it took a long time for me (partly because i refused to even try moving on for a long time) but it happened. i'll be honest, i still wish things hadn't happened the way they did, but i can't change it. you won't believe it, you may not even want to hear it, but you will get past it. i'll never stop caring about the guy who broke my heart, but i have stopped coming close to tears everytime i see him, i've stopped hurting myself. it's cliche, and you'll hear it a thousand times, but in the end it's true, you'll be ok.
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