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Low Self Esteem Issue 23
Low Self Esteem Issue 23
Stuff I Puked Up
Written By : Sarah
Mar. 20th, 1998
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Section 1: Introduction
Section 2: Post Valentine's Day Babble
Section 3: A Poem I Wrote
Section 4: Cliques
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Section 1: Introduction ³
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I started writing this article of LSE about a month ago. But it took me this
long to finish because I've been held up by school and getting a job. But
here it is now. It sucks, but anything that's from me sucks, so it's no sur-
prise.
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Section 2: Post Valentine's Day Babble ³
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I was thinking about writing another article this year about Valentine's Day,
but I wrote one last year and decided it's not worth blabbing on about it
again. I'll just say that I'm happy Valentine's Day is over for this year.
A few days ago I was thinking "YES!! The yucky holidays are already over for
awhile!!" (i.e. Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentine's Day) But
then I'm thinking now that Spring is coming. That's supposed to be a happy
time of the year, but it depresses me more because of that. And then comes
Summer, another happy time that depresses me. And Fall and Winter depress me
too because they're so dark and dreary. I've realized that no matter what
time of year it is, there is always something to depress me. EVERYTHING de-
presses me. I'm made to be depressed.
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Section 3: A Poem I wrote ³
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I'm a waste of water
I'm a waste of air
The world would be a better place
If I wasn't there
Nobody would notice I was gone
Nobody would care
There would just be an extra space
Someone better would take my place
If I can think of anything more I'll add to it.
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Section 4: Cliques ³
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Here I'm going to write a little about cliques and not fitting in. Around
where I live, there are many cliques. There's the Homey G's, the Skaters,
the Goths, and the Preppies (the worst of all cliques.) There's some people
that don't fall into any of those categories, but usually they hang out with
mainly one clique. And then there's me. I don't fit in with any group of
people. In a way, I don't understand why. It's like I have some kind of
spell on me that makes everybody hate me. Maybe if there was a Low Self Es-
teem clique I'd fit in. But unfortunately I don't know any LSErs personally.
They come in very small numbers.
Well, that's all for now.
-Feia-
Quote of the Day: "The though of suicide is a great consolation: by means of
it one gets successfully through many a bad night."
-- Friedrich Nietzsche
