Mood: Pissed off... mad...angery....sad...calm
Tunes: the only thing i listen to when i feel this bad "Brick" Ben Folds Five
My conformist nazi motherfucking fat ass bastard son of a whore bitch band teacher made this whole show of basicly telling me to put my journal away. Then he looks threw it and starts asking questions then he says over his mike "Hey why dont you write a poem?" and everyone turns around and looks at me!!! He just smiled and mocked me. I wanted to cry.... The Unwanted Eyes of The Conformity have peerd into the blackness of my words.
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yea i know he was being a basterd
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