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Location: California, United States
Birthday: 7/20/1983
Gender: Male
Interests: Hitting poles with baseball bats, making fun of people, eating GOOD food, other stuff
Expertise: Fantasy basketball, StarCraft, making fun of people, calling people gay, taking a baseball bat and hitting poles, running away from fat ugly people
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/8/2003
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| Today has been one of the fucking worst days of my life. Not neccessarily what happened today, ALTHOUGH GETTING FUCKING RAPED ON A MIDTERM ISN'T GOOD, but ... I have so little hope in my future. Before I always thought that what happens, happens, and that what would happen would be good. I just realized how fucked I am ... I hope I'm able to recover. | | |
| I'm just waiting for the world to end. Or my life. Either way, I'm just going to accept it. | | |
| Do you know what it's fucking like to live someplace where you're unhappy, where you were never fucking happy, where you would give anything and everything to leave. I haven't had a single fucking good day at UCLA. I think about a single time I've laughed or smiled, or anything. Not a single fucking moment. SOmetimes I'm frustrated, sometimes I'm sad, but underlying it is a fucking disgusted and disappointd individual. I'm never fucking happy. I'm not having any fun here, i have NO fucking friends here. I don't have ANY new memories, I try to go back and think about what makes me happy, and guess what makes me happy: WHEN I FCKKING LEAVE HERE. The ONLY memory that has made me happy was on the fucking DAY I left UCLA, when I was able to pack all my shit into a car, and leave this damn fucking campus. I've never felt happier than when I saw my family, and when we went home, and for the ENTIRE TRIP, I was so happy. I remember coming down here during freshman year, and during sophomore year, and both times, there was nothing but dread, I fucking hate it here, I FUCKING HATE IT HERE, DO YOU FUCKING KNOW WHY I WAS BROUGHT HERE, WHY THE HELL AM I HERE, WHY THE HELL ARE NONE OF MY FRIENDS HERE, WHY JUST TELL ME WHY | | |
| I've been in a rut for a while. I hate the way I'm living my life. I really want to just cry ... sometimes ... I'm so lonely and sad
I wake up each day just waiting for it to end, so I can fall asleep, and another day will pass ... | | |
| This is not a way to live. I'm dying. | | |
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