This day...
Somehow.
Last night I didn't slept on the helix side so I slept all night long.
Most of the people wanted to see my ear multiple times.
I love attention, yet, not as much I love and cherish privacy.
I guess that "you don't know what you have until you've lost it" I've lost privacy... it's kinda true.
Well...
This new piercing aren't hurting so much anymore because I cleaned all the yucky dried blood from the hole so it's looking like the ear haven't been through Hiroshima or Nagasaki.
At least my ear is okay.
But, today Yali and I decided to make a birthday video to Maya(when we say Mazal-tov with extreme Jewish voice -no-) and we done a bit with my iPhone.
Why a bit?
Because we came to shoot the girls from the other class -I hate them- and it took a very long time until we could even tuck a word in this conversation because two popular guys came and you know....Popular+Popular+Birthday of someone else (one of the populars)= louder then gods revolving and twice as shiny.
And I've got pissed off because this is my iPhone, and I didn't came to watch the party of talking.
Just no.
So I walked away and I'm still pissed off on Yali.
I'm having a hard time getting closer to Gal.
It's just... harder.
It's almost impossible because she came a little more popular, and this little is too much for me to handle.
I'm not popular, people know my name from -very bad- reasons, and I don't want many people.
Popularity is knowledge of many people.
Many people means many risks.
Many risks means harder times.
Harder times means troubles.
Troubles means dying inside.
Dying inside means self destruct.
Self destruct is being unpopular.
Let's start again.
I found it as the main reason why I don't like people.
And all the rest are hidden in my drawer.
Away from people, which I hate.
I still miss her.
Imagine the heart necklaces, you give one to someone and the another you keep.
Imagine this necklace is my real, bleeding, barely beating, heart.
Now wheres the other part?
It's in the dumpster.
Away from the one that I gave it to.
Are you feeling the same?
Is this why you reading this?
I would sorry for you, but you feel like me, and I can't feel sorry for myself, I don't deserve it.
I'm different from you.
As well, you from me.
So maybe we just should say hello to each other?
I'll start.
You shall steal the base.
Hello,
My name is/ I'm from/ I'm ___ years old... Dvash Abarbanel.
I'm here because... I'm writing a blog.
I never believed I will... Love tuna fish.
I always wanted... Something still that I could always hang on.
I feel like someone who is different because... I'm not doing the things that expectable in my community, I watch kids show and laugh from the jokes, I want to piece myself, I've destroyed my body and my soul.
I would rather to jump from the window then... To leave Gal (my best friend).
I would like that the writer... Will stop nagging you.
Easy, you just need to copy the base.
I want you to do it so I could know and get closer with people I don't hate, yet not admire.
I like fancy words, I like words that have meaning and beautiful sound.
Like tulips.
I could stare at them, could write they name, could make music inspired from them.
Just from tulips.
Field of tulips, or a few hiding in a stone.
Tulips remind me the pair of the word, two lips, two lips kissing, talking.
Tulips are the flowers that gal mum hold in her wedding.
I'm obsessive.
Bye.
I just show you some photos and I'll be gone
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