this book thing feels like the only thing that will listen to me. okay i'm going to smash this thing the moment i get something new. which i think might be a phone. i'm not sure, but whatever it is i will smash this crappy tablet into the pavement. this thing is running out of time to live anyway. this tablet never worked and it never will. don't get anything free from android, i'm saying this now, and it's true. the moment i opened crome it said i had 5 viruses on this tablet. this free tablet had some virus on it before i opened the box for it. don't get anything free, especially if its a phone or a tablet. never get anything free. they will be made of crap. but yeah maybe sometime within this year or the coming years they are getting bruce, james, ashley, and surprisingly me too, all phones or new tablets. not the brand new ones but like maybe two generations of electronics ago. i hope it won't be apple. i hate apple. you hate everything
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headache. ah, i'd smash my head into the pavement to the point where it would burst open, if there would be a chance of me living. but i don't think making your head explode on the road does not have a chance of living.
so over the next weekend i'll be stuck in some kind of air show. something that involves hot air balloons or something like that. if i end up in a hot air balloon i might jump out of it when i get high enough to where the impact would kill me. perfect suicide. but then again i will not get in anything that will go up, unless if it's walls actually met up with the ceiling. no i'm serious, if i do end up in an hot air balloon i most likely will jump out of it. no matter what. i know death will be better than life. no one can push you down. i hope. but even if i weren't to jump out of it someone would throw me out of it while we're in the sky. people just love hurting me, so makes sense to kill me. ah, headache. argh, it just gets worse.
there's a reason why i put everything i am into this book thing. it always feels like no one reads what i have to say. just like how everyone has every done. well jot just reading what i have to say. just listening in general. again i sit here emotionless. i've gotten better at all the fake ways i show how i feel. the fake smile, the fake laugh, the fake everything. well except crying. that's the only thing i do that's real. i hate my life…
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The Life of Me pt.1
Non-FictionThis is my life, and the pain that comes with it. My story, and the loneliness that rides on it. This is the other side of StolenGiant, and there isn't a way back from it. So if you want to hear on how sucky my life is, read it. I honestly don't car...
