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Date: Monday, March 29, 2010 8:56 AM
I got really fucked up a few days ago. Everytime my mom goes to school, she comes home screaming at me. I don't know what fucking stuffs the teacher(s) told her. But i know who you are bastard, the first thing i asked when she started her crap i asked who the hell said all those. You said those stuffs to my mom, when i get to you about it don't say you didn't say it.

Everyone thought you are Mr Nice, i once thought so too, but not anymore. The more you get on my nerves the more trouble i'm gonna give you, i don't take things lying down. You stabbed me at the back, if you have the guts come stab me at the front, find trouble with ME, not my parents. I'm the one you are against. Why the hell involve my parents and spoil all relationships. Chao cheebye.

Enough said.
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