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So there is this kid that goes to my school. He thinks he is all that. He thinks everyone loves him, and those who don't he tries to make them love him. He walks around, and he'll walk up to you in the middle of a private conversation and start listening in as if he were your best friend.

But here's the secret. Everyone hates him as much as Lindsay Lohan hates being sober. Nobody likes hanging out with him. Nobody likes his shitty ass jokes. Nobody likes his faux-hawk that looks like it went through a car crusher. I swear to god he wakes up and puts like 30 bottles of Bed Head on there every morning.

He ditches people he's in the middle of a conversation with to talk to someone else who is walking by, who is probably covering their eyes and trying to avoid being noticed. Not one person have I talked to actually says they like him. Or can even remotely stand him. Why nobody has crushed his soul yet is beyond me. Maybe it's the fact it took a while for people to realise he has the kind of personality you would expect to find in a 6 year old. He refuses to accept that there are certain things he isn't good at. The biggest one of these certain things being life. How he's managed to make it this far is beyond me.

To put it in context, he is like a real life version of Ralph Wiggum from The Simpsons. Accept, he tries to sound smart, and his ability to communicate is a little weaker.

His voice is annoying, and he is always smiling. Which makes me want to punch something. Preferably him. I hate happy people. They bug the shit outta me. Life isn't lollipops and rainbows, it's wasabi peanuts and hurricanes.

I honestly don't know where I'm going with this. I just want people to know that there are people out there that really shouldn't have as many friends as they have. Call me Cynical. But it's true.