Productiveness

"How it's like?" she asked,
I knew what she meant.
"It's like to get shot, in the heart, and to stay alive, and everyone don't care, and they leave you to bleed while the one who tried to murder you gain the attention, as a martyr, miserable and confused martyr" I replied.
Her eyes seems to be hollow, she see but she remember something.
I see.
It's a girl, against a group, I see the girls, and she in them, the leader and her two sides mocks this girl, she walk away, not crying, just freeze her face, don't want to explode.
And here the asker, with her group, looking at the walker, and don't say a thing in the conversation of the harming group.

It didn't happened, but since I was 4 I imagined a crowd, like an interview.
Exactly interview.
Since then, it's how I figure things, when I can't do them like "normal" people do.

If I was shot, and it would really be like it, I know that being shot won't hurt and stay as long as what really happens.

There's a difference between bully and being shot, you don't want either.
None of them is better.
Though, that depends on time of the bullying.

I want to know, if somewhere, far or close, there's someone like me.
And how much they're like me.
But it's like a mirror to another dimension, if I go there, I'll vanish.

Call me immature but I just love those dress up games.
And I love pokemon, I keep playing my gameboy emulator on the computer, and I always lose at the elite four.
And I hate the fact that people stopped putting code lyoko.
But I'm glad that there's Robot and Monster, and I adore Avatar, Aang is the cutest, not talking about the little boy that Zuko gave him his sword.

So, it was supposed to be the starting post for another blog, but it's hard to maintain two blogs.

It's or to switch or to close.

I won't switch you.

Though you started to go away.

I'm going to play sims, create people.

I'll draw lolita figures.

Find in my clothes lolita outfits.

I'll be back.

Or I'll be gone.

Today was a complete non productive day.

Tomorrow will be better.

I'm going to far away.

So bye and yep....

Berries, survivors,

I hope you'll make it.