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| Dude, being a teenager is fucking harsh. I have to stay popular, get good grades, get into a good school, and try not to get the shit kicked out of me for wearing the wrong clothes. I want to die. | |
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| The sad thing is in a couple of years you're going to realize that none of that lame shit matters. | |
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| It's true. Once you get out of highschool you don't have to give a shit about what other people think. You can focus on the shit that really matters: Buying cool stuff and getting laid constantly. | |
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| And you're completely certain that "What really matters" isn't going to change on you in another 10 years? | |
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| Impossible. That would mean I let the same thing that happend to my parents happen to me. How fucking stupid do I look? | |
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