Thesaurus Rex (virtuistic) wrote,
Thesaurus Rex

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nothing is sacred anymore.

i wish i could get out of here. i cant stand the superficiality of it all. or the cruelty and self-centeredness of my parents. my mom wants me to pay 300 dollars to my florida trip even though she already said she was gonna handle it. i already dont have any money. went to solo & ensemble today too. that was fucking depressing. got a star first. doesnt matter though. erin and alyssa are probably still talking to chris about me behind my back further screwwing up our friendship. thanks you bastards. i dont know who the hell they think they are to dicatate peoples friendships and stuff. friggen a. yuppies will die, or at least they should. and carmen is probably still obsessing over the guy from the chair lift last night even while kyia's mom is in the hospital. ` rolls eyes.

You were female in your last earthly incarnation.

You were born somewhere around the territory of what is now know as modern Arctic, approximately in the year 1650.

Your profession was: warrior, hunter, fisherman, executor of sacrifices.

A brief psychological profile of you in that past life:
You were sane practical person, materialist with no spiritual consciousness. Your simple wisdom helped weaker and poor.

A lesson that your last past life wishes you to learn in your present life is:
You should develop your talent for love, happiness and enthusiasm and to distribute these feelings to all people.

jebus crisp. yeah and my mom still insists on screaming at me about everything. then at my dad... who then rounds on me too. i really should get the hell out of here one of these days.
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