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Another one got caught today, it's all over the network. "Teenager cought doing EMOTIONAL ATYACHAR"..... Damn girls. They're all alike. But did you, in your three-year love game psychology , ever take a look behind the eyes of the innocent? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? enter my world... Mine is a world that begins with college(1 year, 3rd day)... I'm smarter than most of her kinds, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn game planers. They're all alike. I was junior in love school. I've listened to her explain forthe fifteenth time how to believe. I understand it. "No, Ms. M#####, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..." Damn cheater.They're all alike. I'm a 22 year old, with black hair and black eyes, who often feels quite lonely. I sometimes question my existence and what I am to the world, a piece of undigested meat which the dinosaurs din't eat?? I often wonder, what the 'so called "Real world" ' is all about. I do not ask to be understood as I can't even understand myself. Rather, I ask to be accepted, accepted as I am. I do not want to be told about the potential i have or what my future holds for me. I do not want to be told that I'm going nowhere in life just because I'm trying to chill out(ward off all the tension) for some time. I feel happy when I just laze around. Though I don't know how to dance or sing, yet I try to anyway. It really hurts me when someone close to me behaves quite badly. Sometimes, I even feel lonesome in the crowd. It makes my heart bleed. I often cry when I'm alone and laughter echoes in my mind. I'd love to blabber on about all my feelings but not to someone who does not give a damn. I made a discovery today. I found a something about human behaviour. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because she doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me... Or thinks I'm a smart guy... Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here... Damn players. All she does is play games. They're all alike. And then it happened... a door opened to a real world... rushing through the phone line, orkut scraps, SMS like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again...