PDF files POV.
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Why is everyone so obsessed with me. I'm so popular.
I have to update my spotify playlist,
I went on my I PAD MINI GENERATION 64837&3738373+2 With Siri and went to the spotify app.
I clicked on my playlist called "printers jam"
I missed printer so much. Sometimes I think about the time the INCIDENT HAPPENED. I GET VERY SAD AND SCared.
The songs on "printers jam" express the sad feelings I feel toward the death of printer. Some sad songs I have on this playlist are...
1. "Stupid Hoe" by Nicki Minaj
2. "Wiggle" by Jason drueoilireoroelodreueoe (idk how to spell his name)
3. "All of me" by ?
4. Smoke weed every day (rasmus hedegaard remix)
5. "I'd rather drown"
These are very deep emotional songs that mean a lot to me.
I used to listen to them with Printer, now they represent how I feel about her.
rip printer.
now I am held captive in the house of the murderer.
....egg
I hated egg with a passion. He killed my bestfriend. My love, my reason to be, printer.
He keeps me under the bed and occasionally sends a dog underneath the bed to eat off parts of me.
what a dick.
Soon I will pack my bags, and I will live among the many printers that burrow among the state.
I WONT be held captive, and I WONT be a victim of ink stains.
I will thrive.
I will present my story at local schools while the students listen and think about how much they would enjoy being dead at the moment. I can tell the student LOVE presentations.
But first I must pick out my movie star outfit,
i got my designer hand bag and walked out the door.
i walked to the closest store, Hot topic.
i got a belt that said "Swag" and "Y.O.L.O" , it was 78 dollars plus 52 dollars for shipping and handling.
the cash register told me that it wouldn't fit me, but i told her to read the belt; YOLO.
the next store i wanted to go to was "cool shirts".
i opened the door and saw 8 white girls taking selfies. they were wearing Uggs and over-sized sweatshirts. they all had ombre, long hair. they were sipping on what i think was a Starbucks drink.
i immediately turned around and left.
i went to the store next to that one, it was called "Rad shirts"
i walked in to see a group of hipsters, girls AND boys.
they were all wearing thick rimmed glasses,
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they had on boots and torn up jeans, along with over sized flannel shirts that buttoned up in the front.
the girls had their hair in a messy bun, and the boys had long hair, and i think boy had a quiff. the group was also carrying around MacBook Air laptops, scrolling down their tumblr dashboards.
I've realized this is where i belonged. i observed what they were buying, one girl was buying an ugly ass shirt with a bunch of rips and blood stains on it,
i shivered with disgust.
but, this is what fashion is now a days, right?
i purchased the same crappy shirt that the other girl baught, one sock that looked like it had been dipped in some clorifinic acid, a ugly christmas sweater, and the boots that they were wearing, which looked like biker boots.
CLIFF HANGER!!!
jk im just tired of this chapter.
