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  <description>&lt;center&gt; you know it&apos;s funny. someone else screws up, they get a second chance, but the moment i fuck up, i get nothing in return. i&apos;ve been a very negative person since 2004. that&apos;s when everything changed. i put my guard up, due to things i had to go through. the things i went through, made me a stronger person, and i&apos;m grateful for that. i wouldn&apos;t wish what i had to go through on anyone, but i do realize people have it way worse then i ever did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just don&apos;t understand how i am. i like my privacy, i don&apos;t like when people are clingy. that doesn&apos;t necessarily mean that i&apos;m not into someone, it just means i&apos;m different. i get sick and people get angry at me because i can&apos;t hang out, it&apos;s pretty stupid. if i don&apos;t talk to one of my friends every damn day, they get mad at me, it&apos;s stupid. what i&apos;m trying to get at here is it&apos;s time for me to grow up. fuck the people who have screwed me over more than once, because i let them in, and it&apos;s just time to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate when people try too hard to be something they&apos;re not, and change over night. take a look in the mirror, you&apos;re just a carbon copy image of your friends, it&apos;s pathetic. i can safely say as of lately, i only have a select amount of friends, and i am happy with that. i don&apos;t need to go out and get drunk every weekend to have fun, just because i&apos;m old enough, i don&apos;t have to smoke weed to fit in, or to look cool (not that i ever smoked for that reason, i&apos;m just saying, people who do are fucking stupid) i&apos;m finally realizing who i am as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m not going to be negative anymore. surprisingly, i&apos;m happy with who i&apos;m shaping out to be, because i&apos;m not following in any of my friends footsteps. i am my own person.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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  <description>someone came up to me &amp; was like &quot;hey godzilla, i saw you on myspace&quot;</description>
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