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Dear Who ever give a s**t
Dear s**t Giver

Where dose one start.
Maths, the unholy sanction of which my most deepest fears must unravel there spider like claws and strike upon my weary soul. for it is in this class that both ursula and sohan reside. Two evils of which torment me so.
one a male, short fat and has the mind of a 12 year old with a vengance.
to place this symple he hates me and would stop at nothing to make my life a liveing hell no matter how many times i try and befriend him he stabs me with my own swords or whepons.

And then there is ursula, a girl obviously of whoms beauty stands out above the rest .... however for me this becon dose not bring hope but more dispare and dred for the knolage of "Its never going to happen" drifts it's lazer pointers unto my soul and slowly burns.

Now how dose one create chaos.
easy send these two and myself in a class and you have instant embarrisment, tourchered soul and heart pearcing rejection and major insults.

tis is what happened today of all days.

this combined with the many other odditys and torments that i will not state has distroyed any moral that i had gained in the previous weeks.