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Why am I always so fucking tempted to slit my fucking wrists.
If there's nothing I hate more is being accused of something I didn't fucking do.
I want to rip out this fucker's throat.
He's going to talk to me like I'm white fucking trash.
And I won't fucking stand for it.
I can't wait for James to get home ... he and I need to have a fucking talk.
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Should anyone have to deal with internet bullshit?  
I wouldn't think so ... but, eh, what do I know?

We used to be friends, Nicci and I.
But that was when she was still Nikki, and less of a fucking cunt.

Now because of some stupid mistake in a fucking chatroom, we're no longer friends.
After that fiasco, I swore I'd never talk to her again.

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( Oh, how I smiled then, so near the cherished ones. I knew they would appear ... saw not a single one. Oh, how I smiled then, waiting so patiently. I'd make a wish ... and bleed. )

( I.Am.A.Clairvoyant.Disease. )