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"I have a bottle of Citalopram sitting somewhere in my room and just about every other day I have the urge to swallow a handful, because why the f*ck not."
"#RealTalk Is all about Connections"
"Can anyone tell me a bit about Statistics: Behavioral Science?? Difficult? Simple? I'm lost."
"This school is way too expensive wtf..."
"Where are all of the nature loving adventurers?? I want to camp, hike, kayak, and learn how to survive/live in the woods.
On that note, where are all of the single, male, nature loving adventurers.......? For real though."
"god he was being such a YOLO (you ornery little orifice)"
"i fucking hate my life I'm almost 20 and haven't been able to score a better job than a fucking cook at a local fast food joint. What makes it worse is that I live in a small town so business is pretty limited, and where I work is the only place that'll hire. I'd get the hell out of this town if I could actually drive too, but I've failed every damn test I've ever taken. I'm socially awkward, even my only other co-worker fucking hates my guts. I have repressed lust for one of my best friends too; she's athletic, smart and a gorgeous southern bell. I love her. You know what it's like; I've been friend zoned real hard. She's my only real friend, besides this one kid, who I'm pretty sure is only hanging around me because he is mentally challenged. I guess he's the only one that can tolerate me. And what makes this all fucking worse is that I live in a fucking pineapple under the sea."
"Yesterday some people that live down the street were gone from their house and somehow their alarm was tripped, so the cops showed up to their place. While there they were checking around the house to make sure everything was ok when all of the sudden I hear gunshots. Apparently the st. paul cop shot the family dog in the backyard. I assume the dog was being aggressive toward the police office, who was just doing his job. Does the family have any recourse?"