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 I don't think I can write worth the trash I can so easily throw out. ANY time I look at someone else blog it makes me green with a righteous envy, and then I just cant look anymore. I feel that when I write I am scoffed at for even trying to attempt to put what little heart and soul I have onto this... whatever it is. I cant write with anyone else around or it just make me feel like my head is about to explode. I truly loath  nelson with a passion for making us do a poem in front of all the judgmental shit faces known as teenagers. In all honesty I wish I never took this class just because of this, I know I was warned and I didn't take it seriously and now I am paying the price. hell I am not even writing this for you I am doing this for me I need to vent. I hate everyone if I could do you bodily harm with no consequences I would take up that offer no time flat. but don't take it the wrong way it might not be you just most of the people. the heat makes me angry and i hate sunny days and if I could stay inside the rest of my life I would.

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