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Sandy 06-13-2012 09:16 PM

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Originally Posted by LaurenM (Post 299569)
ANGRY. ANGRY. REALLY ANGRY. SO ANGRY I CAN KILL SOMEONE. Not you guys, though. Maybe that person I'll be talking about.

Just...ewtu E9IRAWPOIBGJAEIOSZJDS;OKL

It's Facebook, my friend. It's probably best to just let it slide off your shoulders and do your best to forget about it, even though it really got your blood boiling.
The Intergoogles (ESPECIALLY Facebook) has always been, is, and always will be totally submerged in a soup of idiocy and stupidity, there's no point in getting angry over it. :^/
I'm sorry that this Chinese troll got to you. -____-

Sandy 06-13-2012 09:20 PM

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Originally Posted by AlgebraAddict (Post 299903)
KidPub is so damn depressing nowadays. Urgh. CHEER UP, FOLKS!

http://static.tumblr.com/zmzaupx/5Ir...s_vocaloid.gif

I tried to get them to cheer up and it didn't work. ;_;
HATSUNE MIKU!
I have one of VOCALOID's songs on my iPod... only one though.

MaryElizabeth 06-13-2012 09:25 PM

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Originally Posted by Mistborn (Post 299873)
OK, I'm really feeling weird right now.

We (my mom, brother, and I) had taped the movie Sucker Punch. We watched it for about seven minutes, before my mom turned it off. Basically, it was like an asylum way back when, before Dorothea Dix, like, changed the system, and the main character is a young teenage girl. It had to do with torture and abuse (it was only hinted, we didn't actually see any of it).

My mom says that it's not something we want to put in our hearts (she needs to get that phrase copyrighted) and that it wouldn't benefit us watching it. So, as she lectures my brother and I that this movie is way too violent and makes her sick to her stomach, I'm nodding along, thinking about my second book.

Most likely, you wouldn't know the story behind that, but here's a brief summary. Rising Sun and Lost Sun (RS and LS, respectively) were two novels in a series (42k words and 60k words, respectively) that was the basis for the idea Hope and Fear, my current story. The only character I kept was a major (but not main) character, a teenage assassin from Lost Isle (hmm... who does that remind you of if you have read Hope and Fear?), Kaia.

I have had a crazy obsession with interrogation scenes in novels for two years. I have no idea why, it just interests me. Any other horror makes me cringe, but I had no problem with torture scenes. No, I only stick to physical pain, not intimate (you will know what that means if you are old enough.)
So, I sort of had thirteen year old Kaia (her evolved character, Kira, is fifteen) go through a lot of painful things when she was captured and held for a week by Domosia in LS. A mutual and fellow writing friend that I had read it said that novel was utterly amazing and realistic.

However, I had a problem: I had no idea how my mother would react to this book. I think that if I had showed it to her, she would have sent me to a psychiatrist to unearth to see if anything had happened to me. (Personally, my writing brain thinks it is a past life of where I was in a Nazi concentration camp, or something like that, but I don't really believe in past lives beyond the fact they make good stories.) So, I scratched the series for the reason that I had fallen in love with Kaia/Kira's character and her story(true). But what I didn't say was that I didn't want my mom to read LS and think I'm some sort of psychopath- the kind that raises money for animal shelters and volunteers hours of her time at youth.

So, I've pretty much written worse stuff than the material that's in the worse, rated R and horror movies, but I'm feeling sort of guilty.

(And no, I might post it on another website, but definitely not KP. I'd most likely get a request from Perry to remove it.)

Yeah... It's not like I approve of torture, beatings, drugging and medical experiments in real life. It's not a real person, for Pete's sake! I'm terrified of someone (i.e. mom, teachers, youth leader) finding out about my 'guilty pleasure' writing. I still keep it on my computer and have scenes on my iPod, but I write/edit those when I'm bored. I'm never going to go anywhere with 'em, it just improves my writing skills.

Sounds tough. :/ I don't know your mother, but I think if she reads it, then she'll realize that you're more mature than she had thought.

Sandy 06-13-2012 10:34 PM

RAAAAAAAAAAAAGE vent
 
Seriously, A?
"You're a man."

SERIOUSLY?

Honestly, I've never hated anyone more than you, A.
You say that I'm the only one you DON'T hate.
I'm almost sure that that's the reason why you're the ONLY one I DO hate, the only one I've EVER hated.

God, sometimes you're so cool. Sometimes I love hanging out with you, I love your silliness, I love the way that you like me and I love how loud you laugh when no one's around to glare at us. But some days, I hate you so much, I just glare at you, wanting to fly over there and sock you right in the face, man; I can't even talk to you some days and I just wish you'd STOP TALKING for ONCE. You can talk for HOURS and NOT SAY ANYTHING.

I can't believe how I feel about you, I've never felt like this, I've never had a relationship so bipolar. Thank god I can control my temper like my dad and I've only told you to shut up once, with a joking smile and a laugh.

Good God, A, two nights ago I couldn't get to sleep because I could hear your voice in my room at two in the morning. Talking. Endlessly. Right into my head. I tossed and turned, squeezed my eyes shut but your endless, pointless chatter went on and on, replaying over and over in my brain like a broken record.

And what on EARTH gave you the idea that you have any right to judge people so harshly!? You are the LAST person to be judging people; LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU HAVE TWO HUNDRED TIMES THE FLAWS THAT YOU'VE POINTED OUT IN OTHERS, IN THE PEOPLE IN OUR CLASS, IN ME!

Look me straight in the face, dead serious;
"You're just a bit chubby."
Like I said, LAST PERSON TO BE SAYING THIS. And to me? You do know that I work out every day for an hour at least while you (quite obviously) have never exercised a day in your life and all you eat is BAGELS!? When you run (or rather, gallop) in Phys Ed (for like, ten seconds) you look like a Tyrannosaurus Rex with your arms hugged into your body like a dinosaur. No wonder, you never exercise, you never do anything, all you eat is bagels and sit on your couch or chair or Imbecile Throne.

Straight up, without even smiling, you said to me;
"You're a man, Cassie."
No smile, no laugh. Just like that. It felt like a ball of acid erupted into my stomach, but could I do anything? Could I bring attention to your pug face, Pug McPuggers, and your puggy smile? Your hips? Your pterodactyl voice? Your chin? As much as I'd LOVE to, NO, because I'm not an IMBECILE LIKE YOU.
I'm a man?
Really, I'm a man?
For what, the fifteenth time in the past two months?
And I thought you were joking when you wanted me to wear a tuxedo to grad. Ha ha... then you go and gather a group of ten freaking retards to PAY ME to wear a tux? How high can you count to? Potato? Cabbage?
You think I don't have enough crap to worry about?
Do you want to know why I don't tell you anything personal? If you knew about ME, maybe you would SHUT UP.

But after all the books you waste your time with, you don't seem to be building your intelligence at all. All your stupid, pointless books, their endless drabble about "bad boy boyfriends" and "bad breakups." I want to burn them. I want to eat their ashes in front of you, all your precious books, and in forty eight hours they'll be a NICE FAT TURD.

You think I want to know about how "manly" my hands are? How "manly" my shoulders are? How "manly" my eyebrows are? You make me want to throw up, A. I'm going to be sick.
You do realize that after you called my hair greasy, I haven't shown up to school without my hair in a ponytail?
You are such a DRAIN.
You are that stupid voice, following me home, staying up with me at night, going on and on and on and on, like I'm crazy, like you're my ghost.

I can't think anymore. I can't list off the other things you do. Just know that this year, I haven't grown any closer to you than last year, when I didn't even know who you were. I can't wait to get away from you; I'm so glad I'm going to a different high school, A. You were the name on my lips the last time I... you just press me into a tight little box and you don't even know it. I wish I could write a letter to you, but you probably wouldn't learn anything from it with your low IQ. You laugh at 9/11. I can laugh at just about everything but are you honestly that immature? Oh wait, yeah you are.
I hope you enjoy your life.
Just kidding.
I hope you learn the things that nobody's taught you.
I want to teach you how your words feel. How you sap up my energy, how ruthlessly disgusting and inconsiderate you are; you are an empty soul, you are blank, you are purposeless and unnecessary. Someone needs to teach you not to judge, and I hope they school you nice and good.
/rant

MaryElizabeth 06-13-2012 10:47 PM

People have called me that, too. It went on all year last year. It was kind of a joke in the beginning. I don't even remember how it started. She would make snide comments all day. And it progressed.

Pretty soon, the whole grade started saying I'm a man. Even the people who I thought were my friends were involved: playing basketball--"Ew, I don't want a MAN guarding me!" I would smile and nudge 'em, but I couldn't believe that the person I had known since I-can't-remember had said that. But I digress.

It'll wear off, Sandy. I just ended up shouting at my whole class in Gym. I can still remember the silence and stares afterward, and shaking with a nger. If you push through, I bet you'll end up in a better situation then me.

cloudwriter 06-13-2012 10:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Sandy (Post 300025)
Seriously, A?
"You're a man."

SERIOUSLY?

Honestly, I've never hated anyone more than you, A.
You say that I'm the only one you DON'T hate.
I'm almost sure that that's the reason why you're the ONLY one I DO hate, the only one I've EVER hated.

God, sometimes you're so cool. Sometimes I love hanging out with you, I love your silliness, I love the way that you like me and I love how loud you laugh when no one's around to glare at us. But some days, I hate you so much, I just glare at you, wanting to fly over there and sock you right in the face, man; I can't even talk to you some days and I just wish you'd STOP TALKING for ONCE. You can talk for HOURS and NOT SAY ANYTHING.

I can't believe how I feel about you, I've never felt like this, I've never had a relationship so bipolar. Thank god I can control my temper like my dad and I've only told you to shut up once, with a joking smile and a laugh.

Good God, A, two nights ago I couldn't get to sleep because I could hear your voice in my room at two in the morning. Talking. Endlessly. Right into my head. I tossed and turned, squeezed my eyes shut but your endless, pointless chatter went on and on, replaying over and over in my brain like a broken record.

And what on EARTH gave you the idea that you have any right to judge people so harshly!? You are the LAST person to be judging people; LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU HAVE TWO HUNDRED TIMES THE FLAWS THAT YOU'VE POINTED OUT IN OTHERS, IN THE PEOPLE IN OUR CLASS, IN ME!

Look me straight in the face, dead serious;
"You're just a bit chubby."
Like I said, LAST PERSON TO BE SAYING THIS. And to me? You do know that I work out every day for an hour at least while you (quite obviously) have never exercised a day in your life and all you eat is BAGELS!? When you run (or rather, gallop) in Phys Ed (for like, ten seconds) you look like a Tyrannosaurus Rex with your arms hugged into your body like a dinosaur. No wonder, you never exercise, you never do anything, all you eat is bagels and sit on your couch or chair or Imbecile Throne.

Straight up, without even smiling, you said to me;
"You're a man, Cassie."
No smile, no laugh. Just like that. It felt like a ball of acid erupted into my stomach, but could I do anything? Could I bring attention to your pug face, Pug McPuggers, and your puggy smile? Your hips? Your pterodactyl voice? Your chin? As much as I'd LOVE to, NO, because I'm not an IMBECILE LIKE YOU.
I'm a man?
Really, I'm a man?
For what, the fifteenth time in the past two months?
And I thought you were joking when you wanted me to wear a tuxedo to grad. Ha ha... then you go and gather a group of ten freaking retards to PAY ME to wear a tux? How high can you count to? Potato? Cabbage?
You think I don't have enough crap to worry about?
Do you want to know why I don't tell you anything personal? If you knew about ME, maybe you would SHUT UP.

But after all the books you waste your time with, you don't seem to be building your intelligence at all. All your stupid, pointless books, their endless drabble about "bad boy boyfriends" and "bad breakups." I want to burn them. I want to eat their ashes in front of you, all your precious books, and in forty eight hours they'll be a NICE FAT TURD.

You think I want to know about how "manly" my hands are? How "manly" my shoulders are? How "manly" my eyebrows are? You make me want to throw up, A. I'm going to be sick.
You do realize that after you called my hair greasy, I haven't shown up to school without my hair in a ponytail?
You are such a DRAIN.
You are that stupid voice, following me home, staying up with me at night, going on and on and on and on, like I'm crazy, like you're my ghost.

I can't think anymore. I can't list off the other things you do. Just know that this year, I haven't grown any closer to you than last year, when I didn't even know who you were. I can't wait to get away from you; I'm so glad I'm going to a different high school, A. You were the name on my lips the last time I... you just press me into a tight little box and you don't even know it. I wish I could write a letter to you, but you probably wouldn't learn anything from it with your low IQ. You laugh at 9/11. I can laugh at just about everything but are you honestly that immature? Oh wait, yeah you are.
I hope you enjoy your life.
Just kidding.
I hope you learn the things that nobody's taught you.
I want to teach you how your words feel. How you sap up my energy, how ruthlessly disgusting and inconsiderate you are; you are an empty soul, you are blank, you are purposeless and unnecessary. Someone needs to teach you not to judge, and I hope they school you nice and good.
/rant

Oh my gosh.....D: This A sounds horrible. D:

Don't listen to him. You're NOT a man, and you're a wonderful person just the way you are.

Sandy 06-13-2012 10:58 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by MaryElizabeth (Post 300027)
People have called me that, too. It went on all year last year. It was kind of a joke in the beginning. I don't even remember how it started. She would make snide comments all day. And it progressed.

Pretty soon, the whole grade started saying I'm a man. Even the people who I thought were my friends were involved: playing basketball--"Ew, I don't want a MAN guarding me!" I would smile and nudge 'em, but I couldn't believe that the person I had known since I-can't-remember had said that. But I digress.

It'll wear off, Sandy. I just ended up shouting at my whole class in Gym. I can still remember the silence and stares afterward, and shaking with a nger. If you push through, I bet you'll end up in a better situation then me.

Thank you... I find it digustingly pathetic how people can say stupid crap like that to people... to us. -________-'
Thanks a lot for the advice. This person and all the people who seem to have been recruited to her cause are really making me very self conscious, I don't like it at all and it's hard to ignore. I'm glad to know that someone else went through it. :-/

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Originally Posted by cloudwriter (Post 300028)
Oh my gosh.....D: This A sounds horrible. D:

Don't listen to him. You're NOT a man, and you're a wonderful person just the way you are.

Thank you. Heh, on the light side, it sounds kind of funny... "you are NOT a man"... XD
Yeah... now that you say it plainly like that... A is horrible.

06-13-2012 11:11 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sandy (Post 300025)
Seriously, A?
"You're a man."

SERIOUSLY?

Honestly, I've never hated anyone more than you, A.
You say that I'm the only one you DON'T hate.
I'm almost sure that that's the reason why you're the ONLY one I DO hate, the only one I've EVER hated.

God, sometimes you're so cool. Sometimes I love hanging out with you, I love your silliness, I love the way that you like me and I love how loud you laugh when no one's around to glare at us. But some days, I hate you so much, I just glare at you, wanting to fly over there and sock you right in the face, man; I can't even talk to you some days and I just wish you'd STOP TALKING for ONCE. You can talk for HOURS and NOT SAY ANYTHING.

I can't believe how I feel about you, I've never felt like this, I've never had a relationship so bipolar. Thank god I can control my temper like my dad and I've only told you to shut up once, with a joking smile and a laugh.

Good God, A, two nights ago I couldn't get to sleep because I could hear your voice in my room at two in the morning. Talking. Endlessly. Right into my head. I tossed and turned, squeezed my eyes shut but your endless, pointless chatter went on and on, replaying over and over in my brain like a broken record.

And what on EARTH gave you the idea that you have any right to judge people so harshly!? You are the LAST person to be judging people; LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU HAVE TWO HUNDRED TIMES THE FLAWS THAT YOU'VE POINTED OUT IN OTHERS, IN THE PEOPLE IN OUR CLASS, IN ME!

Look me straight in the face, dead serious;
"You're just a bit chubby."
Like I said, LAST PERSON TO BE SAYING THIS. And to me? You do know that I work out every day for an hour at least while you (quite obviously) have never exercised a day in your life and all you eat is BAGELS!? When you run (or rather, gallop) in Phys Ed (for like, ten seconds) you look like a Tyrannosaurus Rex with your arms hugged into your body like a dinosaur. No wonder, you never exercise, you never do anything, all you eat is bagels and sit on your couch or chair or Imbecile Throne.

Straight up, without even smiling, you said to me;
"You're a man, Cassie."
No smile, no laugh. Just like that. It felt like a ball of acid erupted into my stomach, but could I do anything? Could I bring attention to your pug face, Pug McPuggers, and your puggy smile? Your hips? Your pterodactyl voice? Your chin? As much as I'd LOVE to, NO, because I'm not an IMBECILE LIKE YOU.
I'm a man?
Really, I'm a man?
For what, the fifteenth time in the past two months?
And I thought you were joking when you wanted me to wear a tuxedo to grad. Ha ha... then you go and gather a group of ten freaking retards to PAY ME to wear a tux? How high can you count to? Potato? Cabbage?
You think I don't have enough crap to worry about?
Do you want to know why I don't tell you anything personal? If you knew about ME, maybe you would SHUT UP.

But after all the books you waste your time with, you don't seem to be building your intelligence at all. All your stupid, pointless books, their endless drabble about "bad boy boyfriends" and "bad breakups." I want to burn them. I want to eat their ashes in front of you, all your precious books, and in forty eight hours they'll be a NICE FAT TURD.

You think I want to know about how "manly" my hands are? How "manly" my shoulders are? How "manly" my eyebrows are? You make me want to throw up, A. I'm going to be sick.
You do realize that after you called my hair greasy, I haven't shown up to school without my hair in a ponytail?
You are such a DRAIN.
You are that stupid voice, following me home, staying up with me at night, going on and on and on and on, like I'm crazy, like you're my ghost.

I can't think anymore. I can't list off the other things you do. Just know that this year, I haven't grown any closer to you than last year, when I didn't even know who you were. I can't wait to get away from you; I'm so glad I'm going to a different high school, A. You were the name on my lips the last time I... you just press me into a tight little box and you don't even know it. I wish I could write a letter to you, but you probably wouldn't learn anything from it with your low IQ. You laugh at 9/11. I can laugh at just about everything but are you honestly that immature? Oh wait, yeah you are.
I hope you enjoy your life.
Just kidding.
I hope you learn the things that nobody's taught you.
I want to teach you how your words feel. How you sap up my energy, how ruthlessly disgusting and inconsiderate you are; you are an empty soul, you are blank, you are purposeless and unnecessary. Someone needs to teach you not to judge, and I hope they school you nice and good.
/rant


Ugh...I hate people like this. -___- I bet it felt great to rant, didn't it? :p A seems like a major pain in the butt, and don't listen to a word he/she says. They aren't worth the anger and pain they've put you through. And if they gathered people to pay you to wear a tux, it just proves how stupid they are. *eyeroll*

And I'm sorry, but I laughed at the description of A. I pictured a person running around with dinosaur arms, and I just kinda laughed. XD I hope everything turns out well, and I'm glad you can move on and get away from him/her.

Lily09 06-14-2012 12:00 AM

*is currently listening to Pain by Three days Grace.*
You say you're moving to a diff high-school and you can't wait to get away?
Gone Forever by Three Days Grace :3

Damn, I need to actually offer advice Dx
Don't listen to A. He/she/tyrannosaur xD is an idiot. You're eating healthy and exercising, so he/she shouldn't be criticizing.

Quote:

You are that stupid voice, following me home, staying up with me at night, going on and on and on and on, like I'm crazy, like you're my ghost.
This make me thinks it's not an actual human being. And the fact that you've talked about schizophrenia before, worries me. If it's a voice inside your head, please tell someone T_T

TheAshWolf 06-14-2012 04:57 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sandy (Post 300025)
Seriously, A?
"You're a man."

SERIOUSLY?

Honestly, I've never hated anyone more than you, A.
You say that I'm the only one you DON'T hate.
I'm almost sure that that's the reason why you're the ONLY one I DO hate, the only one I've EVER hated.

God, sometimes you're so cool. Sometimes I love hanging out with you, I love your silliness, I love the way that you like me and I love how loud you laugh when no one's around to glare at us. But some days, I hate you so much, I just glare at you, wanting to fly over there and sock you right in the face, man; I can't even talk to you some days and I just wish you'd STOP TALKING for ONCE. You can talk for HOURS and NOT SAY ANYTHING.

I can't believe how I feel about you, I've never felt like this, I've never had a relationship so bipolar. Thank god I can control my temper like my dad and I've only told you to shut up once, with a joking smile and a laugh.

Good God, A, two nights ago I couldn't get to sleep because I could hear your voice in my room at two in the morning. Talking. Endlessly. Right into my head. I tossed and turned, squeezed my eyes shut but your endless, pointless chatter went on and on, replaying over and over in my brain like a broken record.

And what on EARTH gave you the idea that you have any right to judge people so harshly!? You are the LAST person to be judging people; LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU HAVE TWO HUNDRED TIMES THE FLAWS THAT YOU'VE POINTED OUT IN OTHERS, IN THE PEOPLE IN OUR CLASS, IN ME!

Look me straight in the face, dead serious;
"You're just a bit chubby."
Like I said, LAST PERSON TO BE SAYING THIS. And to me? You do know that I work out every day for an hour at least while you (quite obviously) have never exercised a day in your life and all you eat is BAGELS!? When you run (or rather, gallop) in Phys Ed (for like, ten seconds) you look like a Tyrannosaurus Rex with your arms hugged into your body like a dinosaur. No wonder, you never exercise, you never do anything, all you eat is bagels and sit on your couch or chair or Imbecile Throne.

Straight up, without even smiling, you said to me;
"You're a man, Cassie."
No smile, no laugh. Just like that. It felt like a ball of acid erupted into my stomach, but could I do anything? Could I bring attention to your pug face, Pug McPuggers, and your puggy smile? Your hips? Your pterodactyl voice? Your chin? As much as I'd LOVE to, NO, because I'm not an IMBECILE LIKE YOU.
I'm a man?
Really, I'm a man?
For what, the fifteenth time in the past two months?
And I thought you were joking when you wanted me to wear a tuxedo to grad. Ha ha... then you go and gather a group of ten freaking retards to PAY ME to wear a tux? How high can you count to? Potato? Cabbage?
You think I don't have enough crap to worry about?
Do you want to know why I don't tell you anything personal? If you knew about ME, maybe you would SHUT UP.

But after all the books you waste your time with, you don't seem to be building your intelligence at all. All your stupid, pointless books, their endless drabble about "bad boy boyfriends" and "bad breakups." I want to burn them. I want to eat their ashes in front of you, all your precious books, and in forty eight hours they'll be a NICE FAT TURD.

You think I want to know about how "manly" my hands are? How "manly" my shoulders are? How "manly" my eyebrows are? You make me want to throw up, A. I'm going to be sick.
You do realize that after you called my hair greasy, I haven't shown up to school without my hair in a ponytail?
You are such a DRAIN.
You are that stupid voice, following me home, staying up with me at night, going on and on and on and on, like I'm crazy, like you're my ghost.

I can't think anymore. I can't list off the other things you do. Just know that this year, I haven't grown any closer to you than last year, when I didn't even know who you were. I can't wait to get away from you; I'm so glad I'm going to a different high school, A. You were the name on my lips the last time I... you just press me into a tight little box and you don't even know it. I wish I could write a letter to you, but you probably wouldn't learn anything from it with your low IQ. You laugh at 9/11. I can laugh at just about everything but are you honestly that immature? Oh wait, yeah you are.
I hope you enjoy your life.
Just kidding.
I hope you learn the things that nobody's taught you.
I want to teach you how your words feel. How you sap up my energy, how ruthlessly disgusting and inconsiderate you are; you are an empty soul, you are blank, you are purposeless and unnecessary. Someone needs to teach you not to judge, and I hope they school you nice and good.
/rant

...I don't know if I should give you a hug GIF, or fly to Canada and lock this chick up in the cellar of an abandoned house. e__e (Please excuse my cruel thought....I just hate to see someone being so rude to you, Cass! D: )

You know what?
This girl is blind. Emotionally, mentally, and morally BLIND. That's the ONLY way she could be so superficial in your presence. Cass? You're NOT a man. You don't LOOK like a man. Your hair ISN'T greasy. I've seen the pictures of yourself you've posted, so I can honestly say that.

This girl isn't even worth the dirt she stands on when she talks that negatively to you. The tux thing was WAAAAAAY you of line. That's not funny. That was cruel and out and out RUDE. And you know what? You're the strong one here. You're the one that's showing self-control. You haven't let yourself stoop to her disgusting level. And I admire that. If that girl can't admire that, too, then she truly IS blind.

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Don't let her get to you, Sandy. She's wrong about you. So, SO incredibly wrong. (And her taste in books is pathetic.) Just....bare down and try to ignore her. When she rambles, just nod every now and then and pretend you care because, deep down, she's probably just really messed up and doesn't KNOW how to act around people. Like you said, you won't be going to the same school as her. You won't ever have to see her again. Just...stay strong. I know you can do it. <:^J You're the epyk Cassandra.

" You were the name on my lips the last time I..."
o_o .... Okay, I won't ask. *waves dismissively* You have the right to your privacy, Cass.


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