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I want to become a good dancer some day. Maybe even a fantastic one! One who can amaze everyone in my path. It's a strong goal and I want to work hard for it. Ya know there are some sick people in the world. They all need help, and I don't mean physically sick but mentally sick. I sometimes feel bad for them but when they hurt innocent people I'm just not sure what to feel. I guess I feel sorry that the world has made them monsters of men. It happens all the time, broken homes, a traumatic childhood, or whatever reason that made them lose their minds. I am watching criminal minds and all the criminals had some kind of issues before they become crazed with hatred. I really want to hang out with my friends but I always feel like I am bothering them, they probably don't mind but I don't know. I have thought of suicide, but I would never do it because I don't like pain. There are so many things I want to do, so I can't die now and I can't give up just yet. Ya know people are really stupid, the stupidity of people blows my mind. Like how dumb can people be? I just don't get. Owls are majestic amazing creatures.

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