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reluctant to use alien invasion.
Alien.



Imma crazy alien , who falls in love with human life and their mystical ways. studying in a alien school. i sing alien songs , eat alien foods. dont deserve any human comments.



Alien Hunts.
  • Invade Earth

  • Sucker all the humans

  • Study the alien life forms on this planet

  • Collect Sufficient Data

  • Do not get caught



    • Alien language.



    Alien's'.

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    Big eyes.

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    Tuesday, February 17, 2015 - 4:51 PM
    A month of regret.

    A month of regret. When i signed it, it was a rash decision. I did not think it through. I know, but I wished to leave. I wished to not look upon their faces. I wished to be alone. But that was rash.

    Their faces. Not one of recognition, Not one of familiarity. Not one which made me feel like I was welcome. Just looking past me. As though i was glass.

    That made me feel unwanted. That made me feel alone. That made me... regret. Loneliness, like the 8 years before secondary 3... It scared me. It reminded me of those days.

    I am sorry for just leaving. Now I realise how much of a shithead I was. I miss their company. But I know that there's no way I can go back. That chalet was my first time I ever went to a gathering of friends late at night. That was one of the best birthdays I had.

    Thank you all for treating me like a friend. Your smiles, your words, your laughter. It was golden to me. For someone who was alone for a long time, those 6 months. I miss them.