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Sunday, July 27, 2008
~ 9:40 PM ~
OKOK picture this. you are freaking standing in the middle of a junction, and there are four oil tankers with some truck carrying explosives right behind it. And you are standing there looking like a retard. Woots. FUN!! I am now that guy standing there, with those trucks coming at me at full speed and i have no time to evade. I have the responsibility to stop each one for i see them go out of control, but i can't. All i can do is to watch myself get smashed and wate alll that i have put into some of the things i have been hoping to focus school-life on. Life SUXXXX!!
