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Name: Nobody's Echo
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Back March 2006
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About This Journal
This is
MY JOURNAL
for
MY THOUGHTS
and if I decide to read another's journal it is because
I AM INTERESTED IN IT
So if I don't want to read someone's journal
because they post a lot of stuff that
DOES NOT INTEREST ME
and you claim that I'm being a "bigot" or "close minded" because of this then you can
SUCK AN EGG
because it's
MY JOURNAL
and I'm "selfish" like that.
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    If you still have this friended for whatever reason and want to continue reading, let me know. I'll add you to my other journal and so on and so on...
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    Seriously now. SERIOUSLY! WHY the fuck are we not getting these people out? Jesus christ! We've got god damn school buses here, we could be helping, every other city has buses, there are buses EVERYWHERE. WHY ARE WE NOT GETTING THESE PEOPLE INTO SAFE ENVIRONMENT?!

    WHY?
    WHY?
    WHY??!!!

    "They killed a man here last night," Steve Banka, 28, told Reuters. "A young lady was being raped and stabbed. And the sounds of her screaming got to this man and so he ran out into the street to get help from troops, to try to flag down a passing truck of them, and he jumped up on the truck's windscreen and they shot him dead."

    "Last night at 8 p.m. they shot a kid of just 16. He was just crossing the street. They ran him over, the New Orleans police did, and then they got out of the car and shot him in the head," Batiste said.

    "There is rapes going on here. Women cannot go to the bathroom without men. They are raping them and slitting their throats. They keep telling us the buses are coming but they never leave," she said through tears.

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    I no longer post in this journal. Feel free to unfriend it. I only keep it here as a reminder of the past. Things I enjoyed, mistakes I made, people I loved. It is only a ghost of who I am today. I'm sorry for those I've ignored for so long. I hope you understand that it's nothing personal.
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