I was pretty much completely insane all throughout elemenatry school. By the time I had reached highschool I was so immersed in my own little fanstasy world that the rare occasions in which I did decide to attend class were rather pointless. After an 11 month stint working nightshifts at a local gas station, I decided to go to university, and, to my surprise, did very well in my new found academic arena. I am now graduated, and am trapped in a state of social limbo. My only hope is for me to die and have someone find the strange little writings I have tucked away in numerous drawers and notebooks, and for them to dispose of them before my remedial existence is further tainted by my pathetic attempts at artistic expression.
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