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i hate forwarded mails. i hate the way the headers span longer than the message itself. i hate the fact that i have read most of these messages some time or other in my life before and yet people deem it fit to send it to me again. i hate the way the pple who write these msgs think they're funny when they're not. i hate it when pple see fit to judge me when they don't know me at all. i hate the way i'm hating everything now. gods. i hate hormones.