Better

After every shower I'm feeling better.
And when a month changes I feel even more.
It's fun to see that I'm still alive, still blogging.

So today was like the hardest heart attack I've ever had since... you know, the discovery.

Today maya ds asked me I'll ever tell her my secret.
I said no.
I told her that it's even hard to say it.
I can write it.
Easily.

Saying... A little bit harder.
I hate and always cut my tongue for saying those words.
Cutting myself.
Self-harming.
Maya s.
All of those words I can't say.
I start to stutter.
It's not my fault It's too hard for me.

It is.


I have a problem.
It called trust issues.
Can't trust humans.
Although, I still make myself to mistake over, and over, and over.
I guess, it wouldn't leave me.
Maybe it I'll learn someday that secrets should stay secrets.
Until then...

So I've told you yesterday about my chibi comics Zombieboy.
And of course skelguys.
And how much I hate when others copy my artwork.
I don't copy from others.
I get inspired and transfer it to my style.
Key key can't get it.
I'm special.
And I want to keep it this way.

I draw some skelegirl and she asked me for the paper so she could draw it too.
I said yes, I am nice.
So it kinda annoyed me because I have a trait of the devil.
Perfectionist.
So unique is something big for me.


Well here pictures of this arts.

I can't believe what's happen now.
I don't know if you know, because I don't think I've really explained about that.
But there was a facebook account that someone has made.
Everyone blamed the one and only to blame, me.
So now my parents started to make a huge deal.

There's one guy that I'm 70 percent sure that's him.
I don't believe it's Gal or Yali, is it even possible to act so cruel behind my back without me to notice?
So now my parents told that they will connect with the police if needed.
And now this guy is dead man.
You can't believe what's going on.
Even I can't.


So guys, tomorrow I -probably - have information about it (special school!) and if my friends feel it's right to tell me, I'll know.
On Friday all the black and white and angels and all they're blue penguins with green stomachs will come to let me survive, if attack will come against me.




So my parents told me that they not doing it because i don't remember why, because they want that people will get scared.

For me it's acting like queen bee.
I am one, because I'm nice to people and like to laugh with, and I have a little part of empathy because I know how it's like.
But I call it being nice, and I believe very hard in karma.
I also believe in Wumbo so.... yeah....

For me, to scare people, to make people afraid of you, it's nothing less then bulling.
Of course it's a little different.
But it's still making people like mops... mops are absolutely worse then whores on crack.

I've made a timeline cover (without any watermarks cause I hate when others do it) of bvb and mcr.

I really like them.
And I'm a really proud poser if you would call me one.
I call this "poser" girl in one name.
Dvash.
It's me.
And I've born to be ready.
I've born to die.
And I've born to finish the chocolate leftovers, or eat watermelons, or make you read awful story life that in the end f it she'll went to the army with leaving the younger ones waiting for the weekend to read my thoughts.
Then to university and many more....



Goodnight guys.
Don't be whores-on-crack-ish!

because...


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