Long story made short: I was writing editorials for the campus newspaper. One day, the editor stopped replying to my emails. I could get no feedback about my latest column. I got discouraged and pissed off and stopped writing columns for them.
Then today I find out, they had published what I submitted after all. THE FUCKING EDITOR NEVER TOLD ME WHEN SO I NEVER LOOKED FOR IT AND NEVER KNEW HE HAD PUBLISHED MORE OF MY STUFF.
Discouraged for months and months for NOTHING. ARG. Fucking luck. Fuck the fucking luck in the fucking luck fuck.




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Ric'ter - A logarithmic scale from 1 to 10 used to express the seismic energy released by my foot in your ass
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Ric'ter - A logarithmic scale from 1 to 10 used to express the seismic energy released by my foot in your ass
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Too fast to live, too young to die
I got all excited over being able to introduce a newbie, and then I read you're journal.
but, you commented on my work.
And I like your poems.
So now I'm going to DA stalk you.
Feel my angsty wrath!
You thought I was a nub. I thought you was a guy. Gees.
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Ric'ter - A logarithmic scale from 1 to 10 used to express the seismic energy released by my foot in your ass
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