My overly angsty nature has reached it's anticlimatic end where now I just want to sit with a pout on my face and point at random passerby, shaking my fist menacingly. Gr, argh, and gee, aren't you a douche. And maybe when I'm done, I'll write a letter to the people I hate and attack them with sticky notes, with such clever phrases on them such
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