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Hello.
My name is sean. This is my rant.

THINK THIS BLOG IS EVER GOING TO GET YOU ANSWERS?
GIVE IT UP.
nevertheless I keep it to chronicle my life. Without photos. I can only imagine how puzzled I will be when I re-read my blog.

Ear Candy
Green Day.
F.O.B.
The Script.
Coldplay.
All the above, selectively.
Good sounds with a mild relaxing effect.

How to screw up my day:
Irritating, attention-seeking behaviour
Being a general ass-hole

Upon a star with a gun, I wish:
For me to stop being addicted to
The computer -Love -Being happy
And for a less competitive world.

Would be nice, but

I don't have friends on Blogspot anymore.




Bitch about this excuse of a blog


Mwah<3
Designer: Retrocarrots
BG Pattern: Henri
Base Code: Lisee
Hosted: Blogger
9/7/10
FUCK you all.
Why can't you just stay normal. Why do you always have to go around making girlfriends, becoming part of... them. Why do you want to join them? I don't understand. I thought you were just like me, a loser ready to disappear into the same routine, the whetstone of eternal grinding. I thought we would make it through together, with support from each other.

It turns out I was wrong. So here I am lamenting about my lack of friends and self worth and swearing out loud to the world, and there you are, a few light years away from me, kept away by the barrier of the group. The support you have there, the friends. Oh, how jealous I am. The envy. I guess I'm not good enough to get into the group. I'm tired of trying to fit in, tired of thinking about ways and means. The world is not over, you're still my friend, but we've drifted apart. I don't feel that same connection anymore. It's not the same friends you and I used to be.

And now you've got new friends, people who treat you as their own. I've no beef with them, or you for that matter, I'm just jealous. You've got guys who don't alienate you or distance themselves away from you, instead move closer to you. And it's so simple what's happening.

You know what, fuck it. Fuck all of being cool, fuck your girlfriend. I shan't bother to do anything about it. I am the master of my own will.


Goodbye, my friend.
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Alright so I'm done ranting. How about a few...
Nvm, I'm not up to my usual wisecracks today. Night.


(11:50:00 PM)