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Price of alcohol for a weekend of fun: $20
Price of movies for a weekend of fun: $15
Price of junkfood for weekend of fun: $25
Realizing at 1:30 Monday morning you have two papers due by 3:00pm: Priceless

DISCLAIMER

Okay, I'm really sick of dealing with this, and I so shouldn't have to do this because this is my personal fucking journal. But for those people that seem to think that I'm slandering their names or whathaveyou, or just plain think that they know me from RL, please go read this.

The short version: This isn't just my "fun journal" or my "fic journal" or even my "friend journal". This is my personal journal with all of those things, and I don't believe in making it friends only, because I have no regrets and no appologies. You don't have to like what I say or agree with it, and please feel free to tell me when you think I'm wrong about something. But don't expect me to appologize for my thoughts, feelings, or actions. Basically, deal with it or fuck off. Thanks.

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and. set up your folding chairs, boys and girls, I can feel a big long post coming tonight. *growls*

Please just let me go!

I'm feeling trapped and I hate it. I just want everyone to let me go and leave all this shit behind me. Because if it doesn't end soon, I'm going to start fighting back. And I'd like to think I'm a little bit better than that.

( *long* explanation behind cut. read only if you're extremely interested and/or bored. )

And for those that think this is show, I have dissalowed comments. I'm not looking for sympathy, empathy, or anything other than understanding. This is me now. And if you can't accept it, than I don't want you near me.