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I have decided to compile a list of things I hate, in no particular order.

1. Up-selling, I mean come on RadioShack! If I’m buying a headset jack do I really need batteries or a Bluetooth headset?
2. When counting coins and there are the exact amount (or more) coins than in a roll, why the need to open a new roll, come on people.
3. When people assume things about others… it’s quite the nasty habit.
4. Getting up early.
5. Being lied to, the truth hurts but finding out you’ve been lied to tends to hurt more.
6. when people assume things.

This is not an exhaustive list quite yet but I’m sure I’ll add more to it later.

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Lost.
In my thoughts.

Confused.
About my desires.

Selfish.
Striving for what I want.

Lonely.
In this world.

We all want to be heard,
But no one wants to listen.

We all want respect,
But don’t want to respect others.

We all want to be loved,
But don’t want to love.

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Maybe I just need a hug or maybe I should give up and move to the Emo Farm

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In our society it is very common to be greeted with a “how are you?” This has to be one of my biggest pet-peeves. I think it has to do with the fact that 95.7% of the time when people ask me how I am that’s all they are doing is just asking, hoping I’ll respond with a “I’m good, thanks” I can’t help to think to myself though. Why do we say we are good, fine, great, or dandy instead why don’t we tell the truth. Now, maybe the truth is you are fine but i suppose maybe it’s my want for more information that makes me wonder WHY are you fine, WHAT makes you good. I often try to refrain from using the phrase how are you for this very reason.

So How are you?

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I am human, I make mistakes.
I have regrets, I need forgiveness.

I am human, I am selfish.
I expect to much, get too little.

I am human, I doubt.
I am loved, yet I want more.

I am human.

NOTE: This poem is still in the works expect it to be edited at a later date.

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As I get older I seam to become more and more forgetful. It used to be that I had to remember all my friends’ birthdays and make sure to get them cards and gifts. Well now it seams the older I get the more mine and there birthdays alike seam to be a lesser and lesser deal. It seams to me the older I get the less I want to get old. Well, Happy Birthday to everyone who’s birthday I’m gonna forget!

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