shit talk from August 21, 2009, 7:09 pm

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I hate my life and I want to die! In an angry sort of fuck everything I'm sick of my shoulder hurting fuck you god and all my friends and everythin fun kind of way

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shit talk from August 21, 2009, 9:58 am

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david eggers is a loser

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shit talk from August 4, 2009, 8:41 pm

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I fucking hate that my vegetables are not ripe yet. At least my tomatoes do not have the blight...but I want to eat them and they are just barely turning towards red.

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shit talk from August 4, 2009, 8:39 pm

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Somehow my words created a beautiful picture of vegetables. Are you taunting me because my vegetables are not ripe yet?

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shit talk from August 4, 2009, 8:35 pm

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I do not think I understand how this is used. What am I supposed to type in this space? How did I get here?

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shit talk from August 4, 2009, 8:34 pm

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I have not created anything in days.

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