January 17, 2011
By , Elk Grove, CA
My hippie parents beget a child who will never live up to her name.
I am the opposite of hope.
I spread depression like the plague, wherever I go.
I have no life or social skills.
My face makes people sad and sometimes queasy in their mid-section.
Someone once told me to go in a corner.
I need a miracle.

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Mayim12 said...
Feb. 13, 2011 at 12:37 am
Great Job! :D
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