3 days.

So if I missed a eek it could look a bit creepy...
So I haven't posted 3 long days.
And here is each one of them.

First day of holiday, Monday.
Mom and I went to Tel-Aviv.
Finally.
I love Tel-Aviv, not the weird streets in the creepy (and crappy) neighborhoods.
I love the main streets.
The market.
And oh, so many clothing.
I got sweatpants, enough for now, it'll be good for next year, everyday there's a gym lesson, so sweatpants are the only option.
I got so many beautiful tank tops -I think it's the muscle style- and with so many patterns, of Heineken, tribal with cuts in the back, a turquoise with Jack Daniel's thing, and many more that I've already forgot.
And rings, beautiful new rings, silver, a lion head, sharp studs, and a snake.
I love them.
I loved this day.

Second day of holiday, Tuesday.
Came to family, at start with the big one, they have new puppies, so cute, after 3 hours I went to my great-grandma house, I love to be in her place, my cousins always there.
But came only 2 from the 4.
And my aunts, they have horror cosmetic stories, about buttocks and boob surgeries and nose surgeries and permanent make up.
Seriously this thing will make you never want to "upgrade" yourself.
Then we talked.
My great-grandma told me and my cousin (that is older then me by 1 year) about stories, like all the stories of snake killing.
Seriously, I have the best.
Then we talked, again, and again, and again.
My cousin (in the army, she's 20, extremely funny) and the other cousin (male, 13, an awesome guy), we started talking about the guys from my class.
She said she'll talk to Yali (seriously, she'd done it once.) and it was awesome family time.
Then I ate meat.
It was delicious.
And I'm using common words because I'm too lazy to use my brain.

Third day.
Today.
Well I've just cleaned up my closet.
And made a lot of shirts from old ones.
It came out gorgeous.
I made a skeleton back one, a fringe from a bears shirt with "I love you", simple shirt and put MCR logo on the back while the front is open (it came out nice...), I cut a long shirt sleeves and made it prettier, and the sleeves as gloves with out hands to hide those ugly scars, and also I shortened the sleeves of a Beyonce shirt.
I wonder what to do with others.
I have one in some neon peach color.
I hate it.
I don't wear the pink section, just don't.
I'm cool with red.
Handling yellow.
Avoiding orange.
Admiring green.
Amazed by turquoise.
Stunned by black.
I love those colors.
Blacks, blues, greens.

So, the made up account but the famous Yali, that now scared from me.
Well the profile has shut down.
Oh oh,
What's that?
Dvash have photos of everything that been said?
Well, when she'll come to the police and they need evidences, I'll own them.
Look who has ruined this life who used to be innocence, and now to have the sweetest revenge, to shoot her mask, to tear apart her presentation, me the one and only devil.

If she'd write a blog, she'll make it look like that what she'd done is nothing comparing to what I'll do to her.
Oh, well, it's kinda true.
For the huge throat choker, heart stopper, the thing that make perfect lives bleed and tear apart she did to me, the thing will not be even for what I'll do to her, Oh, she wished it'll be.
Now I'll make sure that her year will be worse then mine (let's make people suffer, but after all she aren't a human, human are respectful, although they can be dicks, they have a little sense, you can see fear in their eyes, but I stopped to see with my eyes, I'm blind from anger and power.).
She'll wish to die, she'll beg to her heart to stop beating.
But no.
She won't get it off so easily.

Well, iTunes is creeping me out.
It picked the right song.
It's Not a Fashion Statement, It's a Deathwish.
And with the starting lyrics.

For what you did to me,
and what I'll do to you,

I'm insane, you can see the fire in me, the heat in the blood, the ice melting in those heart scars, you can feel the energy that try to break the walls of politeness, try to make her feel like a ghost of someone that nobody miss.

I'm the devil in a teenage mask.
Good luck at shutting the rapture, the river of darkness.
Not darkness as the bad thing as people mostly think.
It's just the shading, because the river is full with things so you can only see the shading.
Oh, I know exactly how pain feels, I can easily cause it perfectly to others.

You can be fooled from me.
The charming little girl.
She have something in her.
And she stopped blaming herself.
It means, friends are safe, enemies are doomed.

Imagine Fay from The Secret Circle.
When she's angry, very angry.
Imagine what can she do to you.
But no one I get his mind will satisfied by death.
They'll want much more
.They'll want to see them beg to stop, to make this pain go away.
But no, now there's a victim to take care of.


I have one.
Now it's afraid from me, went to get alone with another girl who's afraid from me.
And now I'm better then ever.
Gal got back to my side (and maybe she'll take a step from the other class.).
Gal is betrayed.
My friends know exactly how to treat her.
They used to be like me, get victimized.
And my friends who doesn't know they're are here for me, they know exactly what she caused.
Killed me.
But then, I got back alive.
And what doesn't kill you make you stronger.
But what does, make you as twice.
And look who's back.
Ms. confidence.
Filled with smartness.
But smart of all kinds.
The one of math and things.
The one of trivia.
And the most important.
Social ones.
I know exactly types.
And I know how to make them the thing called "MISERY".
I'm here to do my job.
Defeat the enemies.
The competing demons.
And I'll win.

Those pretty shell, is here to get played with a heart of icy blue.
And I'm here to tempt to people to believe, to fool everyone who will think differently.
Maybe you'll cal it a holocaust, but I see it as the sweetest revenge.


There's a saying says (in teenager posts or something):
When a friend asks you to hear a song, it's because hey lyrics it's what they want to say to you.
Well my songs are a Little more sharp.
Dedicated to Yali:

I wanna see you choke on your lies
Swallow up your greed
Suffer all alone in your misery

I'm an awful bitch.

Let's kill everything sweet or cute and then watch the fire bathe them.

Or maybe not.

I won't burn japneese fashion, I just love them too much.

For our original finish,

For tommorows sin, make Yali apologize in our class, Like she didn't done at Sunday,

Tommorow it's time to re-revenge.

Berries, survivors,

I hope you'll make it.