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dear diarrarayryaryayryaryryaryayaryayayrryy,
my life is over :((( :c :////
a magenta tear drips from my indigo eye as I make an attempt to wipe it from the page. both my
tear ducts and eyes change colors with my mood, and right now, I could not feel worse. how
could anyone be so intolerant, especially to a small, innocent person like me?
palmetto state university was the dream event. it was supposed to be free from stinky liberals,
as it was in the beautiful state of south carolina. the place where trump supporters and gun
supporters could be out and feel safe. gun girl had finally found a home. or, at least, it seemed
like it would be my home.
my thoughts gradually led me back to when I first stepped on campus, what a paradise it was.
the good old days they were. my golden hair flowed in the wind, much like rapunzel. except i
don’t talk to lizards. not after wat they did. my eyes were blue as the state was not, or as blue as
the atlantic ocean, though the atlantic ocean is not really blue but rather a murky brown-green
color thanks to seaweed and pollution. but whatefver, my eyes are blue as sapphire and they
were brimming with excitement to finally be in a place where people would understand me.
there were happy individuals everywhere, walking in groups, partners, or individuals. they
seemed wonderful, as they chatted among themselves or listened to music loud enough to
block out some “annoying journalist.” gee, would hate to be them. I would be super
embarrassed if that were my reputation and i’m the gal known for wearing a gun on my back for
in my graduation pictures and shitting myself. I mean come on owo.
respectfully, no one interested me like the group of soccer or hockey or maybe basketball
players sitting by themselves on the courtyard. I took interviewees all day, but i couldn’t focus on
them. how could i, when i could get a full team of interviewees, all with unique opinions? I mean,
group interviews were always the best. everyone knew that. maybe it was the daggers that the
blonde member of the team sent with his eyes, though he made it very clear that he had a real
knife too. and beyond everything else, well, i knew that they would enjoy it too.
“no.” the team called out, which as we all know, means that i, kaitlin bennett :p need to talk to
them. the word no seemed to be what triggered (hehehehe!!!!) the most fascinating
conversations. this means that their word is more sacred, much more intriguing than all the
others. and me, as the gal who’s life mission is to spread the word of the church (live! LAUGH!
LOVE!!!!!!!!!) and turn boring, apolitical guests!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
get a load of these people. attempting to live their lives, finding an escape through their found
family, finding a way to cope through a sport. it was the american dream but they had ruined it
with there GAYNESS (gross) )and COLORED HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and
pronounced, probably) communism be like. LIBTARDS OWNED!!!!!!! more cringefail leftists to
add to the CRINGE COMPALIATION HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
“what’s that hehehehehheheheheheheheh?’ I questioned, a snarky tone hidden very well in my
question. we were joking around, we were even chums. there was no way that this group of
people would be offended. unless they were some kinda, dare I say it, liberal. and as we all
know, liberals are extinct in south carolina. even if they had colored hair. “some kind of sport for
gay ppl??????????????????????”
suddenly, a room of 30 (presumably dead ://////) people from the 50s burst out in the fakest
laughter you could ever hear. unfortunately for an already whtie unprivledged gal like me, it did
not stay good. suuuuuuuuuuudenly, he entire “””””””exy””””””””” taem began to stare at me with
mean, dark eyes. you know how the perverted liberals say “undress with their eyes”??? well, the
“””””””””””””””””””””””””””exy”””””””””””””””””””””””””””” team did not do that. instead, they stabbed me
repeatedly and left me dead with their eyes.
one of them actually did pull out a knife!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gay redhead moment
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so, i ran ran ran ran out of there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! diary, they ruined my content and for that i will
forever weep :(((((((((((((((((((( i want stupid idiot liberals not actual threats :((((((( it’s a gosh dang
shame. I will now ask my newfound god for wisdom in the fact of rejection.
Sincrererleruewruwrly,
Kaitlyn :)