The pro-est non-rant.

So i'm trying this because i can.

Uhh..

I HAVE NOTHING TO BITCH ABOUT EXCEPT MY COUNTRY
SO I'LL DO THAT

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CHAPTER 1: PEOPLE

The people around here, oh boy.
They range from the typical Amsterdammer, to the Tilburger, to whatever.

The typical Amsterdammer being, of course, from Amsterdam, but also seen in places like Rotterdam, Basically the entire West side of the country.
Drug-filled, beer drinking, cigarette smoking good-for-nothing pricks.
I swear, you will NEVER EVER get something nice out of them.
Hell, they'd push you in front of a car if you talk to them.

I wish i was joking, but no.

The Tilburger, from places like Tilburg, Oosterhout, basically the entire country, except the West.
Start drinking beer around their 13th, smoking at around 10, and drugs around 16-18.
Not much to say, except they are ABSOLUTE idiots.
All of them.

Then there's the rare kind, the ones that stay off drugs, alcohol, and smoking.
The ones with brains, basically.
It's safe to assume there's barely 10 of them around here, in the entire country.

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CHAPTER 2: THE COUNTRY

Being such a small country, you wouldn't expect it to be one of the world's richest, right?
Well, that doesn't really show, though.
Everything around here is crap.
Shit's expensive.
And there's drunk people everyfuckingwhere.
It's the absolute shithole of the world.
And i'm not even talking about Amsterdam, the shithole of the shithole.
Everyone knows that place, so i won't have to say anything about it.
Except for the fact that, you know, EVERYONE knows that place, and NOBODY knows the country it's the capital of.

It's true, most people i meet are like "Netherlands? Is that near Amsterdam?"
Not only that, but the people that actually know the country, base their judgement on everyone and everything here, using Amsterdam.
It's frustrating to be seen as one of "them".

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CHAPTER 3: THE SCHOOLS

School, oh boy.
If you're like me, you'll be bullied for the entire 8 years of Elementary, by the entire school.
Teachers don't give half a shit, they're just there for the money.
Then comes..what, middleschool, or grade school, whatever the fuck you call it.
Again, if you're like me, your last Elementary teacher will recommend a really low level one.
Which has no French, and really easy classes.
Of course, might not sound bad, but, graduating from here means shit, because you can't get a half-decent job.
And, switching to a different school is impossible, since they only allow it starting 4th year, meaning you'll have to catch up 3 years of French if you do.

So your stuck on the this one-way trip to the worst life you can imagine.

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CHAPTER 4: THE END

So this was basically my country, thanks for reading, or skipping ahead to the end if your a dick. >:I

On a serious note:
You know, if it wasn't for my friends, i would've actually committed suicide years ago.
It was on the day that i planned doing it, that i met them, i was actually..happy for the first time in a looooong while.
Later, in about a week, even, my entire life turned around, i learned to deal with the people around me, and started to be able to ignore them.
Just looking forward to the night that i can chat with my friends again.