I have never logged out before and BECAUSE this is a public computer... i need to. Where is the button?

Sigh. Some things in life are just bad. This is a just-bad thing. My father beat my mother and now he'sin jail. I had to move out of town to live with my mother. She has temporary custody of me and is trying for full. Sigh. I can't even talk about it.

(I know, guys. I broke my promise to continue the old story. It would have been boring, so... blah.) Why? Why not? But why? Well, why not? Why, though? Whyever not? The abstract argument. It doesn't really mean anything. It's just... well, why? I think we need more abstract arguments in life. Not like I'm trying to be a hippie guru or anything, but we need way less answers. If we get all the answers, we become full of ourselves. And we think it's all there for us. We mi...

I took my purse with me that day. Inside, it had two Snapple caps, a pack of hand wipes, and a wallet. Inside the wallet, there were 3 dollars, a library card, a rec center card, a phone card, and a bunch of loose change. When I left that day, I had 2 dollars, a couple of coins, and all those cards in the wallet. I had a King-Sized 3 Musketeers bar in the purse, along with all that other stuff. What a hassle it was! It was just an ordinary evening, I had gone out shopping at Walgreens ...

I have a friend who is a girl. I've known her and been her best friend since she was ten. I have lots of friends... well, I know lots of boys. Today the boys called me outside so they could waste my time. The friend-who-is-a-girl was there. The boys confronted me and said they heard her say she hates me. Of course, if the boys were telling the truth, then SHE was a liar, all these years. If she was telling the truth, that means the BOYS were lying. Nobody can be trusted!

Do you believe in idiots? Idiots are like fairies. Elusive creatures, and they actually do exist. Only, fairies are uncommon. Idiots, however, are everywhere. The most common place for idiots to nest in is a classroom or other place of learning. It's usually unwilling, when an idiot arrives at this place. Some of you may know what it's like to teach an idiot, imbecile, twit, or any other word for "brainless being"? If so, move on. For the rest of you, this is a description of the...

How small can some form of mistreatment be to call it abuse? Is it parents screaming strings of curses at their children? (aka: m*****f*****, b****, yes my dad does that sometimes) I'm sure you could classify incest. My dad suggests that it might be kids slacking off and not helping their parents. There's no such thing as parent abuse, in my opinion. Is it parents showing porn to their kids? Violent physical beatings could also be called abuse. Some people are abused....

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About a week or two ago, there was a play. I tried out for a part. I wanted that part so badly (I am a huge fan of that character.) At the tryouts, I sang my absolute best. People have always told me how great my voice is. When I was going to march in a parade, about a week later, some of the other girls who were marching told me the terrible news. I DIDN'T GET THAT PART. It turns out that the part was given to a snobbish girl whom I hate. By the way, she can't keep the beat, she sings...