watch me unfold;

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Thursday, July 10, 2008 12:58 AM

family, friends, fucktuped class

I hate doing group projects, because - I've told people this before - I don't like my class. And it's not because of the limited number of girls. It's the guys actually.

There, I said it.

I don't like going school anymore. Whatever happened to the 'family' I thought I found?

How am I supposed to top the cohort of a course I have no passion for?
Damn you father, for forcing me. If it isn't for the scholarship, I wouldn't give a damn about studying this shit.

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