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    layout: lyricaltragedy
    inspiration: reversescollide

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    26 September 2006 @ 11:52 PM

    // The black parade

    The number of days spent studying for promos has finally caught up with my mental health and killed me inside out. No amount of preparation can stop me retaining anyway. I give up.

    Stop criticising people. You're doing it because you want and expect them to change. Don't even bother denying this - it's human nature to do so. That's the first step of the long journey you're going to take on the road to psychology. Master it well. And stop being so goddamn selfish.

    To top it all off, the only person I wanted to see today was too lazy to come visit me. And didn't make an effort to reply my messages. What a stupendous let down.

    So fuck off, all of you. Especially you both. I'm sick and tired of your moodswings, your bitchings, your complaints, your selfishness. You can hate me, but I guess I don't exactly give a shit now. Retards.