Allow me to bemoan my youthful troubles in my blog. Oh, how disconsolate I have become with my twisted wretched life. Miasmic tears of venom flow from my eyes as I type this message, my friends! I want only acceptance in this bleak meaningless plane of existence, but nay, such does not exist in our world. My happy memories increasingly become evanescent, fading away to leave only torment and sorrow in their stead.

It all went wrong this weekend when my mother refused to drive me to the MCR concert. I had already paid $60 to get tickets, and the evil wench just wouldn't take us! Doesn't she know how My Chemical Romance speaks for our generation? They understand my grief better than anyone ever will! Because of this fiasco none of my friends are talking to me, if I could even call them friends anymore! No calls, all weekend!!!

AINT LIFE A BITCH KIDDIES???

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