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marisa -
"Hey, wanna go smoke some crack?" "Sure, man, then we'll go, you know, kick some puppies and steal walkers off the old and infirm!" I'd like to try and dissuade you from the crack, but a) it's just so ridiculous, and b)sounds like you'd need it to work there. As I sit here listening to Of Montreal sing "Tim I Wish You Were Born A Girl" I can only feel really sorry for people who invite bad feeling into their lives and spread it to others like it's an acceptable thing to do. I'd tell you to confront them and force them to face their life-numbing ignorance, but it's not my style either. I wish it was, tho. I've got a special extra reserve of rage for dead-inside folk like that. Stay strong, man. It's good to hear from you.
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Liz -
Well it's good you found your niche.. but screw the "popular" people... as far as I was ever concerned the popular crowd was just a bunch of people with no real identity of their own.. so they all shared one.. I don't know.. that's how I thought of it in High School.. Look em in the face and give them the finger for being such evil small minded people.... ok maybe not.. could be stooping to their level.. anyway.. don't do crack, makes you twitchy...
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Heather -
Hi. I stumbled upon your diary last year, and loved it. I guess I found I could relate to what you were going through and I liked your open writing style. I don't know why I'm writing you a message other to say that your last entry matches what I'm going through perfectly. I recently started a mba program and am surrounded by these competitive Manhattan business types. Listening to them gossip and tear each other apart behind each other's backs makes me feel like I'm back in high school, or even elementary school. I become the quiet unpopular kid again. I'm rambling, so I just wanted you to know that you're not alone. I've also considered starting a crack habit. However, it's more of an amusing daydream than anything I'd actually pursue. Kind of like wishing you could jump in front of a train when you're depressed, although you never actually do.
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