You clicked your heels and wished for me
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Thread Topic: You clicked your heels and wished for me
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THE HUGE f---ING MONOLOGUE MAKES ME WANT TO SCREAM
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like I literally have no lines for three pages and then bAMMMM
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(signing) You look so much like your mom.
"You.. Too?"
god this is f---ing
gr8 -
I need juice
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next -
i am most certainly NOT listening to nickelback
shut up -
youtube stop being f---ety
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I think I have an ear infection and it hurts aghks
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Also @Jasmine:
When I said "That's a really s---ty thing to do, for Sammi to drop you because her boyfriend doesn't like you" to Parys, I was most CERTAINLY throwing shade
and also
f--- y o u -
I think we're gonna get the biGGest dog and I know he'll love it
also I getting fish and he can suck my a ss -
????? Stop talking to me
Just don't -
j u s t
d o n ' t!! -
i hate it when lines rhyme, sorry Shakespeare
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God these monologues are going to actually kill me
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-I'd rather take my chances staying put. I'm not getting on that train. You don't know my life. You don't know the pain I've been through and caused. I can't imagine I have any chance of getting into Heaven, so I must be going to Hell. And I don't want to go there, but I can't figure our which side would keep me away from there. You all discuss and argue and confess, and I've seen groups who think they've figured it out. As much as I want to believe them, I never buy it. What if they're wrong?
-I ran away from home when I was sixteen because my parents wouldn't let me date this older guy. Said he was bad news. They turned out to be right, but I didn't listen, so I dropped out of school and ran off with him. Dumb move. We both got jobs at a burger joint to pay the rent. Almost a year later, I thought I was pregnant. Turned out I wasn't, but when I told him, he hit me and left, taking all the money we had. He even told my boss I had been stealing money from the registers when it had been him doing it. I was fired. I had no job, no money, and nowhere to live.
-I wanted to, but I was young and stupid. I didn't think my parents would want to see me again. I said some pretty nasty things to them, so I thought I couldn't go back there. Lived on the streets for a couple years. Did so many bad things to get food, money, cigarettes. I was going to give them up after this one- Give it up and straighten out my messed up life.Then I was here. I don't know how I died- Exposure, accident, who knows? What's worse is that I don't know if my parents know I'm dead. And they definitely don't know I'm sorry for what I did to them.
Gonna start by memorizing this s---. One block at a time.
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