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Name: Carlos
Country: United States
State: North Carolina
Metro: Durham
Birthday: 3/24/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Um, let's see... I love music, playing piano, and all my friends! I love being at NCSSM, even though it's a struggle sometimes. Of course, I also love my peeps from GSW04, I love you all forever and will NEVER forget that life-changing experience!
Expertise: My expertise? Hmm.... well, I play piano and write music... :-P
Occupation: Student
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  cmfuentes06
MSN: cmfuentes06
Yahoo:  cmfuentes06
Member Since:
9/6/2004
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| To my beloved friends,
Can everyone now see why this is so serious? There are people out there
who literally want me to DIE. Whether they're serious or just a bunch
of ne'er-do-well kids, you can see for yourself what they're saying to
me. That's not something to joke about, especially after all of us just
going THROUGH a suicide experience! And I want all of you to know now
that this shit isn't doing anything to me but making my desire to live
even stronger. If ever I was going to kill myself it would have been
months ago. However, having actually experienced the suicide of a
friend, even if I were EVER to sink that low, I wouldn't do it -- and
it's because I love you all too much and don't want to cause you any
pain. There's nothing on this earth that I have EVER gone through
that's worth all THAT to me, and I love you too much to cause you any
pain.
I love you all very much, don't listen to these people. James was just
trying to help when he "protected" this post, but now I'm just like
Emmett Till's mother -- I want you to see what they did, and try to see
things from my point of you.
This isn't over, people!
"I sing because I'm happy, I sing because I'm free... His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me." 
~The REAL Carlos M. Fuentes
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| We just wanted to speed up Carlos' eventual suicide
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| To whoever the FUCK hacked into my now-discontinued xanga:
What the hell is your problem? Why do you feel like you need to target
me? What have I ever done to you? I'm a 17 year old guy who just likes
to write music and talk to my friends, and you continually go out of
your way to start shit and incite controversy in my life. It's not
fair, and I'm not going to take it any more. You have LOST this battle,
I assure you. You're messing with the wrong son of a bitch, you hear
me? And now, it all ends. This xanga will be DELETED by the end of the
day.
Thank you for your time.
~Carlos M. Fuentes
P.S. - Those of you who care, I think I've decided to switch to Live
Journal -- because xanga.com is clearly too full of bullcrap. I highly
suggest that the rest of you switch over, too. If you want my username
on xanga, IM me and I will be more than happy to give it to you, but
keep in mind that it's a "friends only" thing, so you will have to
request access. Also, if you NEED my new SN on AIM, then ask me in
person, send me an e-mail, or ask someone who has it.  Thanks, guys
-- I love you all!
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| This has gone too far for the last time. I'm posting from the Library. It's a long story...
This morning I woke up to find a wooden cross in my yard soaked in
gasoline. There was an open matchbook laying on the grass next to it,
and a message on the cover in pencil "next time there will be fire."
I called the police, but they don't care. They wouldn't even come to my house to take evidence.
Shortly after I called the police, my phone line went dead. We used a
cellphone to call the phone company - turns out "someone" had canceled
our service.
I went to watch TV to relax from all this, but the cable was dead. Soon
after, the power suddenly went out. We used the cell phone again - to
find out that again someone had canceled the power. They wouldn't be
able to start the power back up for three days.
I am so stressed I actually cried. I can't take it anymore. I'm pretty
sure if the power doesn't come on by this evening I'm just going to end
it all.
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| I've come to a resolution about this mess, or at least one of many.
I'm shutting this God-forsaken journal down for good.
If and when I decide to start a new one, those of you that I care
enough about that I WANT you to read what I have to say will be
notified. Now that all of this has happened, it needs to END. And rest
assured, it will be a friends-only affair. I don't want to have to deal
with people I don't know doing precisely what has happened to this
xanga.
The world is a fucked up place, everyone. It really is. I really wish
things would just be GOOD and quit being so shitty. Just when stuff
starts to get good... it all has to come crashing down. I'm sick of
this cycle and I'm going to end it now -- with the close of this school
year, I'm starting from scratch. Forget everything you ever knew (or
thought you knew) about me, I'm starting over. This foolishness needs
to end and I'm gonna do everything in my power to fix it.
Also... I don't know WHAT these people out here have against me, but
all I have to say is this: I am a child of God, and no weapon formed
against me shall prosper. There is NOTHING you can do to me because I
dwell in the Secret Place of the most High God. Thank you for your
time, and I'm SURE that God will not forget this.
Jaatan kaiki terveheksi (for the last time),
~Carlos M. Fuentes, 2006 | | |
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