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Time to rant!

Time to rant!

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Ok so this has been on my mind for awhile cause I keep finding myself ranting about random things so I decided "Hey! I'll rant to you guys and you rant to me through the comments!" So thats how this works. I give a topic. I rant about it. Then it's your turn to rant about it! Warning: There will be personal hate and no real names please! Keep your secret identities from others! But yah personal hate, self bullying I guess? With words at least. I will respond to all comments (not always immediately) and try my best to be interactive as possable! Remember: I'm still in school. Also, please keep to the chapters theme. Not trying to be rude, but it would make it easier to read and respond to the comments
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