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I am a Brown-noser
RaWrZkItTy
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I want to clear the air and tell some unknown facts. The name calling is way too much. If you're going to talk shit at least use facts. Everyone who knows me, knows for a pure fact I am not a slut and that I never did any drugs. That kind of name calling is really uncalled for. My friends know I am not the one to start shit without being provoked. Come on, insult me right! I never used any cuss words or talked bad about anyone's parents, nor do I spread lies or call people names. Truth be told I felt alienated. I was treated like dirt. Don't get me wrong, the family was cool for awhile, but then I realized that the mom hated me and it showed. I'm not stupid. Everything was falling apart. I knew it wouldn't last, and that it would get worse. I felt horrible everyday, not just because of the mom, but because I was struggling to keep myself alive. Moving out of my abusive old house was hard on me. I tried so hard just to be some-what normal in my new home, but I could not survive in that house. I know people have major problems, but I also had my own. I don't know why the mom and everyone in that family felt I was worthless, but the truth is I am somebody special. I'm a living, breathing human who has feelings. When you say hurtful stuff or constantly make fun of me, or tell me I'm not trusted to be in the same room as the dad, or make me eat leftovers while the rest of the family gets to eat a nice hot meal, it really effects me. Just because it didn't work out doesn't mean you can threaten me and attack me with your terrible lies. All those new-found friends of yours on DA don't even know me, so how can they judge me? Whatever, I never wanted a war with you, but it seems like you (and I guess your dad) want one. If you can't fight your own battles then you have already lost. Some people are just very immature and really don't know how to handle problems well. Instead they just have their daddies fight their battles.
*watches you*
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"Yearning! Yearning! For what's left of loving!" - Lyrics from Inner Universe, first opening of Ghost in the Shell Stand Alone Complex
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