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XVIII, ♂, Vancity, Pinoy
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03 May
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21 April
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18 February
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hardcore blogging
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10 February
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im about dat kawaii lyf
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09 February
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22 January
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im graduating this year what the fuck
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21 January
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i am attRACTIVe riGHTT???!!!!!!!!!!!????????
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20 January
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what am i doing with my life
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13 January
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yeah.
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13 January
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reposting this shit because I deleted this by accident >.>
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03 January
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I love this app oh my
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21 December
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end of the world selfie
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08 December
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The last time I saw my pal Pogo. I’ve told him alot of shit nobody will ever know. He passed away today. Dec, 7, 2012. He’s been with me on my shit days and my orgasmic fuck yeah days. I always talked to him, venting to him because he never judged me. But he probably never understood what I told him but that’s okay. When he was starting to be first sick I couldn’t believe it. Not eating was one thing but pissing everywhere in the house without going to the litter was worrying. Everyday for the past last week I would fucking worried sick wondering if he would be dead. Last week was a shit week. Crying was the worst part. Twice. Once with him I was constantly telling him “I’m not gonna let you die. You’re gonna be there when I graduate” but I guess that’s not gonna happen. The second was when I was with my mom and I was just there curled up like a ball crying to my mother as she comforted me in my pain. After the tears were done I looked at him in the hall and I was crying to him again but I couldn’t bring myself to looking at him again. In the final stages of his life we decided to just keep him in my parents room. Nice and warm in the corner with his blanket. He looked so sad and I could that he knew he would be going soon. But each night we talked to him and said goodbyes just incase. His lifeless body is in my cold garage covered by a plastic bag. Tomorrow he’ll be brought down below the ground. Pogo. People always asked why that name. Well why the hell not I was 10 years old and wanted a really unique name for a pet. So I called him Pogo. Pogo. Pogo. Pogo. Pogo. Pogo.
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04 December
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I’ve always wondered what it felt like to be liked. Of course I’ve had that feeling before but it rarely happens to me. Sometimes I wish I was white because it always seem that white people look better. The fucking media just make it seem like white people are the superior race at everything. I mean like looking at all these kids at my school and these famous celebrities at my age, they’re all white. I compare myself to them and I see a fat fuck whose pretty ugly and will probably get nobody so I may as well kill myself. It just fucking sucks when I think like that. Also another thing is why the fuck does it seem like every other guy in my grade has abs or some shit. I busted my whole ass during summer and I only lost fat and gained just some shoulder muscle. It’s so stupid how busy I am. I wish I still went to the gym. I’ve convinced myself that the only way I can attract the opposite sex is if I act cute. I’ve developed so many mannerisms with being cute in mind it’s not even funny. I’m someone else when my glasses are off.
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01 December
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I remember the show 6Teen glamorizing teenage life. That show totally ruined my expectations. Now I’m seventeen and it totally sucks. I don’t hang at the mall. I don’t have a gang of multicultural and evenly divided gendered friends. And most of all I don’t have a love life or what ever the hell it’s called.