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So lately I've been getting into song writing. Writing songs about depression, my best friend, cutting, wanting to tell people how I really am. That sort of thing. One of my friends said it was really good but I don't know. They aren't radio worthy or anything.

-TeenageComedian

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I worry too much. I make myself cry for no reason whatsoever. I'll sit on my bed at night or when I'm bored and think of the worst things that could happen. For example, my house catching fire and I lose everything. Even my family and cats. Or if my best friend died from suicide or being beaten to death by her own mother. I wonder if I'd make a good actress. I don't know if putting myself through these situations are really acting though, because they really could happen to me and could actually affect me. I guess I'm kind of selfish in that manner because things like that actually do happen to people every day.

-TeenageComedian

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Music Artist: Probably either Shinedown, Emily Kinney, or Jeremy Camp.

Song: "Julie" by Emily Kinney

Food: Gotta love spaghetti.

Movie: Hm, I like a lot of movies but if I had to choose, Titanic or Super 8 are pretty good ones.

Color: Gray

Pass time: Writing, watching comedies, texting people, gaming, singing

Writing Utensil: Pens. I hate pencils, with all of my heart. Pencils are for DRAWING!

Book: I don't read books ._.

Hobby: Writing songs

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Well, I'm 13 years old, I'm a girl, but act like a boy. Even though I'm a guy at heart I dress like any girl would. I don't feel like my house is my home, its more of the place that I sleep and sometimes eat at. I feel at home when I'm with people I truly love. I really only love my parents because I have to. If I saw them walking down the street or something, I wouldn't be like, "OH HEY! ITS THOSE PEOPLE! THEY'RE AMAZING!" No. To be honest, they're insanely boring.

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I love art class. Well, loved*. Today was my last day of it and I was really upset when I found out for the reason being that I love drawing, sculpting, painting, and all of that stuff, but there was a single big reason. I looked forward to art class more than any of my others because that was the time I could talk to my friends as loud and inappropriately as I wanted to. It was awesome. I literally cracked jokes during the  entire class period making everyone around me (even other tables) laugh. Occasionally, I'd get called too loud, but meh. Shit happens.

I wish there was an easy way to find out if people  around you care that you're around them and find you worth talking to. Like yesterday, I still wonder if people care. You can't ask someone if they care  about you because its just too easy to lie and say  yes. But then again, if they just lie to you, that means they care enough to not want to hurt you like that.

-TeenageComedian

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Ever feel like you try too hard to get people to like you? Or that no one likes you at all? That was pretty much my day today. I went from class to class looking at people wondering if they actually cared about me. Everyone has one person who cares about them, even if they don't know it. I know who mine is, but I want to be assured that she does.

-Teenage Comedian