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Jacelyn. The slightly deranged teenager getting ready for the zombie apocalypse, also addicted to sugary/sweet stuff and junk food. MLIA.
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Hello another post here, actually it was suppose to be in the previous post but I clicked something wrong when I was about to submit my post &&& whole %$&@ thing disappeared. So I freaked out for 10 minutes cuz it was a nice long post and here I am trying to retype it.

Here me be talking about it.
I doubt I'll do as the boy did if I were in his shoes.
I get suspicious easily of others, cuz I have a wild imagination.
Among the responses from students: "Counsellors are helping the school to dig out information" and information is passed onto teachers. One female student even remarked five times that "all this talk about confidentiality is all lies".

I agree! But I must add 5 times is a little too much. They mentioned something about phones.
Look. If I go to the counsellor in sch (which I doubt I would ever), he/she would see me, my name tag, and rmb how I look and what I said for the rest of her/his life.
But phone calls to Tinkle Friend - Only my voice, which means I can say how bad my sch is, how sad my life is, pepper the convo with colourful powder and slam tdown the phone (jkjkjkjk)
Dont know about you, but I rather the latter.


And while the counsellors do their best to win students’ trust, it is clear that specific conditions do warrant that confidentiality rules be broken — such as where there is a serious threat to harm someone, or serious thoughts about suicide or inflicting self—hurt.
Well, might as well I run into the staffroom and tell everyone there.
I have a little suggestion, why not have the helpline on msn or some chatroom instead of me making a call, money to pay for phone bills dont fall from the sky you know;
And neither does it grow on trees, ok, maybe money does grow on trees, but still!

And while you read that, check out this too.

I'll be out of my mind
And you'll be out of ideas
Pretty soon
So let's spend
The afternoon in a cold hot air balloon
Leave your jacket behind
Lean up and touch the treetops over town
I can't wait
To kiss the ground
Wherever we touch back down





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