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Who still uses blogger nowadays? This is crazy.
I hate studying and I've been wasting my time so far, but fuck not doing anything won't improve my situation so I'm just gonna get some work done now. I'm just destined to be a huge loser for the rest of my life.
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There hasn't been a single thing my parents have said for the past few years that hasn't made me want to:
- run away from home- kill myself
- hate myself even more
- stab them
- vow never to take care of them when I grow up
WHY KEEP ME BREATHING IF YOU AREN'T FUCKING PROUD OF ANYTHING I DO
I'M JUST WASTING YOUR MONEY AND YOUR TIME AND YOUR LIFE AWAY
And any shitbag who has the cheek to ask me why my posts are so emo,
go kill yourself please, you're not worth my time.
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No one's words can make me hate being me as much as my parents' can.
I don't know what you fucking want from me. I don't even know why I'm living for you.
I can't wait to graduate and leave this damned country away from everyone.
If I were male, I'd totally embrace National Service.
Come on, you're in a complete male environment, no women.
No one to stop you from cursing like a pirate or behaving like a total dick, or saying really lewd and distasteful, overly sexual comments.
You could describe to your buddies anything and there wouldn't be a woman there saying "hey, watch your tongue" or "eew that's so gross"
Everything you say is going to be immediately embraced.
And come on, it's not like we're going straight to war after your enlistment, so you're pretty much being paid by the government to hang out in a totally testosterone-filled environment and work out every single day.
You're gonna leave the camp smokin' hot and fit and I'm pretty sure there are a bunch of girls who can't resist a man in uniform.
Not to mention that everyone's gonna call you the nation's son or something like that.
Just for wearing green, frolicking in the jungle and making those abs rock hard.
Think about it.
I don't know how obvious I have to be for people to know that I hate it when they say I'm not fat.
Any bastard who says that to my face should drown in a river.
And as much as I try to think otherwise, anyone who dares say that I'm not fat or ugly isn't important in my life.
Really, who's gonna thank you for lying? You're nothing.
And to see it from a Nazi point of view, males should fight and girls should breed.
So going by that dictation, a girls' form of National Service would be to learn how to eat right and cook right, dress to cover up (Nazi ideology here) and do yoga. That sort of thing.
Women would be paid to hang out in an all-girl environment where shaving and makeup wouldn't be necessary because you wouldn't have to impress guys, and let's say we're all in uniform, like a shirt and track pants (since we have to do yoga).
Track pants flatter any kind of butt and leg shape, admit it.
And don't deny that good nutrition and yoga won't give us the svelte body we want.
National Service is a very win-win thing.
No one pays me to see this; I truly truly believe it.
If I were a guy I'd totally embrace National Service, so don't be worried men, everything's going to be worth it
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It sucks that no one sees how hard I try because I fail all the time.
Doesn't mean I fail means I didn't fucking try.
By the way it's less than a 109 days to Christmas :)
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I wonder how people are gonna react when they find out that I was really disgusted with my ugly and fat so I made myself sick on purpose to avoid meeting anybody. Most likely they'll go "oh thank god I didn't wanna see her anyways".
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