here's the deal. i have another journal, on my domain. but i am getting sick and tired of that place. i miss writing my rants in english on a secret place that was all mine, so now i'm going to star to rant here.
or not.
i'm on process of moving from one city to another. just got into college, and it's kind of far from where i live, so.. yay, i'm moving. and as some of you may know, moving can really stress you out. packing, unpacking, decide this, decide that. if i look at another box soon i'll freak out.
and that's it. hope i'll enjoy here

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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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p.s. where do you go to college? and what's your prominant language?
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"The giants wept a thunder that scattered across the skies. Was this all she was good for?"
"Spiritually, the only difference between dying and healing is the energy to resist."
auhuhahu de novo: eee nanda
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