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god. this is torture. i'm forced to sit here every day and wait for things to stop. what to do, what to say, all of these things are fed to me as to what society wants out of me. wow i just don't know anymore. what does this world want out of me????? what? i give up. i gave up on fitting in around seventh grade when i left my pink stage. poeple think i'm confused. thats wrong, i know exactly who i am. i know what goes on in my mind, and i know who my friends are. so i take a stand and show who i am. i just don't like people. i hang with animals. . . . ok then.