Exhausted.

Berries, survivors.
I hope you'll make it.



Bat Mitzvah are not a big fun for everyone.
And they'l make you tired -more then usual- when it including sport.

We jumped, ran, swam,and a lot more.
I can't believe I'm still alive.

I can't believe that others too.


Okay, Gal, she forgot my existence, why?
She hanging out with the girl she hates the most.
I mean not directly.
She hangs where the other girl hanging and it's close enough.
And it's unbelievable.

And it's sucks, most of people that I know want to be my friends because I'm a friendly creature, I can laugh, ask, get embarrassed, and all the good things and the bad things that including being a human in my society.
And it sucks.
The person I need and want, doesn't want me at all.
Worst friendship ever.

I hope you will not get a relationship like that.
Why had I change my mind?
So you could now the sting when she laughs and enjoys. Without you.
I wonder if it happened to you.
I wonder if what I say reminds you.
I hope it ended well.


You know, finally I want to be wrong.
If I'll be Mr. Right it would mean that, the girl with the cancer, would be real, would be me in a few years.
I don't want to see this girl never again.
Not in my brain, and of course, not in the mirror.

I want to see another girl in the mirror.
Gal, and I.
She doing my hair, straight like sticks.
And I wear my white dress, she wears another one.
We laugh and sing with a cover of MattyBraps because we adore him, because we found him together.
The phone could rang, telling the bus is right here.
We walk smiling ready for a fun day.
And since that moment I can't tell another word.
If I will I'll cry.


Gal and I were supposed to go to the mall few days ago.
Plans canceled.
She became popular and I stay in the cozy, safe, loved unpopular guys.


So today, I felt that I'm rejecting someone.
Not maya, that's I know a long time.
I've rejected myself.
I hate to be around the populars.

Now I hate them more.
They starting to know English.
And I can't stand it.
My "private" language that I keep for my heart is now destroyed to keep me outside.


So it's really late and today almost becoming tomorrow.


I hope you staying alive.

Berries, survivors.
I hope you'll make it.