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Ï hate yøu


Ïf yøu døn't lïke me,
Press the lïttle ïn the tøp rïght cørner øf yøur screen and exït nøw please.
Ïf yøu have prøblems,
leave.
Ïf yøu have ïssues,
leave.
Ïf yøu're stupïd,
leave.
Ïf yøu're spamming pørn,
leave.
Ïf yøu're a twïnk,
Just døn't even get me started.. there are crøsshaïrs øn here før a reasøn.

Døn't waste yøur tïme agravatïng me.
Ï døn't care abøut yøu ør what yøu have tø say abøut me
Ït's just nøt wørth ït.

.19062186.20082902.20022403. Just Been Had 336

--Just a hïnt tø the sane, ïf yøu've read thïs far, døn't bøther readïng anythïng else øn thïs sïte.

Mï≈ïøn: Busy addre≈ïng lïfe, death and human emøtïøns. Please stand by.

And ït burns burns burns, the rïng øf fïre!

Ahøy høy,
*Pøøf* A nøn-uptø date update! Thrïllïng and nøt tø mentïøn breath takïng! Nøw yøu stalkers and øbse≈ørs can breathe, maybe nøt. But ït's all gøød. Anywhø, here Ï am agaïn. Prøbably før the last tïme, started a new sïte Ï mïght actually fïnïsh thïs tïme, maybe. Autumn agaïn, as always. Ïn dangerøus need øf my Sunshïne, sungla≈es and tan. *Shakes Head* Need lack øf peøple, nø waït, Ï gøt that. Gøsh, Ï'm actually søcïal. *Hïdes* Sømethïng's wrøng, where'd Amber gø? Hellø, thïs ïs Ber. Lïfe as usual, status: Hell. Actually, maybe a lïttle bït abøve ït rïght nøw, but just waït a cøuple secønds and Ï'll take back that cømment.

Ïf Ï suddenly dïe ït's my bødïes fault. Just hacking up my death. Well nøw, what tø say. Lïfe, sïmple? Maybe, ïn the Ber way. Øf cøurse ït's hectïc but Ï'm stïll havïng the tïme øf my lïfe, always extreme. On my øwn and just the usual, sø øn and øn ït gøes. And sø, the søap øpera cøntïnues. Ïf Ï'm gøïng tø waste away then sø be ït.

The wørld, such a pretty place, better keep ït øut øf my way

Høw dø yøu dø. Ï am aware, Ï am supine, ïnert and nøt very assïdøus at all. But hey! Lets nøt halt there! Ï'm far frøm adrøït and my ïmcømpïtence ïs mïnd bøgglïng, and yet the wït øf møst stïll baffles me that they cøuld be that... Stupïd! Thïs sïte has taken førever, already, tø get as far as thïs heap øf junk, where as Carla's ïs nøthing less then perfect *fumes with envy*.... Well, thïs sïte has been up sïnce May, ør maybe Aprïl, 02, and Ï had the whøle entïre summer, autumn, wïnter, sprïng, summer, autumn, wïnter, sprïng, summer and søøn tø be autumn tø dwell away at thïs, intø cømplete nøthïngness. Løøk what Ï've acømplïshed! Thïs sïte has had several cømplaïnts that ït's a mess tø navïgate. That's the pøïnt. Tø get yøu løst sø yøu wøn't fïnd thïngs. Ï lïke ït and that's the way ït's gunna stay. Ï gøt pïctures øf me and øf shït Ï've shøt øn here as well as frïends and am gøïng tø put crap Ï've drawn øn. Ï'm dangerøus when armed wïth a camera. Actually, Ï'm just dangerøus.

Let's be hypøcrytes, nø, waït, let's be masïcusts, nøø Waït! Let's eat at Tacø Tïme and steal cøffee cups!

Ï crave pøwer, Ï crave cøntrøl. Time waïts før me and Ï feel lïke struttïng.

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