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A list of my sites. Lyric of the day
While poison ink spews
From a speech writers pen
He knows he don't have to say it
So it don't bother him | A typical American boy. Tuesday evening. There once was a little boy who would go to school only to be made fun of and told to fuck off by the people he considered his friends. This wee tyke was very sad, as no one would play with him or even give him the time of day. He sat alone at lunchtime, and no one would talk to him...well, unless they had something disparaging to say. Middle school was no better, and he managed to go two years without really meeting anyone he could actually relate to or hang out with. High school started off poorly for him...his social status was nil, and those who did know him liked to spread the word on how much of a worthless piece of garbage he was. It finally took moving to a completely new town in order to get a fresh start...but the past 10 years of beiong ostracized by his peers had left him with a significant disadvantage on dealing with people. Flash forward a few more years...he has graduated high school and is attending college. Despite being sociable and actively participating in class discussions, he doesn't seem to have much luck meeting anyone...and most of his leftover friends from high school don't have a whole lot to do with him anymore. ?A nervous breakdown, some ineffective medication and a suicide attempt later, he now lives for his work and for little else. What might happen tomorrow? Who knows. 11 Comments. how do you know this information? I'm the typical suicidal what.
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