I'm here to describe my minds trail. It has recently come to my
attention that most people think of me as retarded and those who don't,
think I'm a genius and hate me for it. IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU
KILLED OFF EVERY LAST BRAIN CELL IN YOUR HEAD! I'M SORRY THAT i AM NOT
A DRUGGIE LIKE YOU! You're pissed at me for being so smart, but being
able to act more retarded than you. In a class that I actually do well
in, it appears that the only person that likes me is the person that
understands my jokes.
Now moving on to my life, despite how much my parents SAY they want me
to go to college, but every school I bring up is shot down: IUP has a
high crime rate, Bradford is located in Pittsburg, ect. Not only that
but the money factor doesn't help matters. "We don't have that kind of
money!" Of course you don't AND you never will you pot-smoking,
Alchol-chugging, tobacco-chewing, heroin-shooting, coke-snorting sorry
excuse for a human! Because you spend it all on worthless shi*t.
Now to address my so-called friends, those who talk to me, act nice,
but in reality are a**holes,starting with...Shawn. You aybe fun to hang
out with Mr. God of Cool, but I've never been invited to anything
you've been to, even when I sat at same table 'x' years ago I was the
only one NOT invited to a party...I guess that has nothing to do with
you directly, but still.
Chelsea, when you first arrived I thought to myself "now there is
someone that I would be able to get along with", but oh how wrong I
was. At first it was fine, but somewhere along the line, wether
intentionaly or by mistake, you started to act like a bitch, at least
thats the way it came off.
Triple P (Mike) Ever since I met you through Justin we've gotten along just fine
