Okay, I;m starting with the less important, but nice information.
You may skip.
I'm becoming international, it's kinda sad, so many like me.
And on Instagram, there's this girl, mychemicalromancefan175, and I adore this human being.
Just read the words, not even take a short look on the photos.
And you don't have to follow, comment, or like, show some respect.
So I'm becoming international, Netherlands.
I love them because one came to Disneyland in Paris, and in Stitch's room (I have another theory so read down) and he talked there, and stitch always blamed him, it was funny.
Stitch is a relative of the animators of Timmy Turner (everybody calls it this way anyway), on the chosen one trilogy.
He's one of the Kiss band there.
Now, real post.
I'm in home sweet home, and showered, and hairy.
Very hairy, thank god I'm getting waxed on Wednesday.
I felt that somehow, he's her property.
So weird.
Now, I want him.
It's not that I really care that what would happen to her tiny whiny emotions.
Therefore, emoji exist.
I wonder if he really in love.
He might, after all.
Everyone is too blind to see the truth, even if they were back stabbed as I.
They haven't earned public shame as me.
My Friends want me to forgive her.
Won't gonna happen.
There's a reason I bleed, they all know about these ugly scars, and I said that everything was too hard.
Now it's twice as it was before.
Crumbling down.
Like being on endless hangover, shaking off everything to try to understand:
What the fuck just happened?!
I fucking want to get alcohol.
But won't.
I will do it when I could get, I prefer when I'll be after army.
Drowning my sadness in alcohol.
But not drugs, I know the limits, thank you.
And not cigarettes.
If smoking, cigars.
Something snobby, I prefer something that worth it, once in a year, on special events.
But no smoking.
I'm trying to get a healthy amazing body, the younger the better.
It's insane.
Like some deadly mixture.
The devil, a confused fallen angel, a blind lover.
Sweet, might become a book.
I'll write a beginning on one of the blogs.
In the bottom I'll write what blog.
I'm upset.
Very upset.
My mom didn't bought popsicles (she promised!) because my sister had to pee, and in the school (she is on the lame afternoon program instead of my awesome one), and it's so not fair.
Not enough that they'll drag me to hers field trip, I didn't got my pops.
I can murder, from the rage gathered well in my lungs, empowering with every breath I take.
I remember something from Valts.
When our music teacher in the earlier grades played those melodies, explaining us that Valts was a round dance, included a lot of turning and spinning, very common in the society of the rich on the medieval years.
The evil own no fear.
So this bitch aren't afraid.
Doesn't she know I'm fucking insane? That I'm not joking?
I dragged her to apologize, until our teacher came.
And yelled on me because "what I did is wrong".
As many would say.
Lol.
But I won't, it's just seems so stupid.
While my best friend need to balance herself and fit to a state she'll pick, (north Korea, versus my south) she stumbles between safety and fun of the "rejects" that became a huge group, we even have the rejected of the rejected.
And between, the dangerous Titanic of popularity.
There's a reason that it was a tragedy.
Don't you think so?
Should I be grateful because next year will be a new, tough, beautiful, igniting, mesmerizing, start?
Well, I hope not.
If I would, it'll mean that my elementary school experience was a confusing ugly hell.
Under my photo I will always imagine "The only one who got her soul back from the king of death"
If needed, I can become a living legend.
But only for your eyes, after you can see from my tiny minded perspective.
Well, my friends will never see it that way.
Just so.
Forever, until I'll do something on purpose.
What if I will?
Nice, sweet, logic.
This is how you play the game.
Like on sims, learn to recreate, to destroy, and to convince others.
Wonderful.
I hope one day I'll get my wings.
Just like Patch.
But worse.
And just because I'm alone in this reality that everyone is blind from, cureless.
It's insane.
I'm cured.
Living in the real world.
Where nobody deserves to be treated the same, because it's just not fair.
Where faith and love is the only hopes left.
When killing is acceptable.
Where seduction is you best friend.
When time will stop as it never started when tragedy occurs.
Where red symbols blood.
And my blind confused friends, that deaf to my words, living in a lie that one day they'll wake from.
Living a lie.
Where nobody can be in two statuses in the same time, it's not making sense for them.
Where being cruel and evil goes through your blood and make your heart to beat.
Where life destroying is acceptable.
Where your evil mean plans are your best friend.
When time will rush as you cannot feel the underground shakes of the collapsing people.
Where red symbols love.
I'm nice soul aren't I?
Insulting my confused friends behind their scarred backs.
But I have the rights.
It doesn't matter, to write or to think.
Actually it does.
What you write you believe more.
It's a science fact.
But, I still think the same.
Won't change.
So it's late and I want to write this beginning.
Check Side Effect or Make Me, you'll might find some.
Goodnight children, and for some nice eddition:
As for home sweet home back to Television, to WiFi, to sweet music that I can only whisper and cry from my broken barely sewn heart.
Another line that I should make it a huge poster in my room.
SO HEAR MY VOICE,
REMIND YOU NOT TO BLEED,
I AM HERE,
SAVIOUR WILL BE THERE
WHEN YOU ARE FEELING ALONE, OH
A SAVIOUR FOR ALL THAT YOU DO
SO YOU LIVE FREELY WITHOUT THEIR HARM.
It's saviour of Black Veil Brides, that as every band I'll really like, from the little rebel worn out heart, won't come to my nowhere.
Though that many people are kinda underground like them, well, Relevation.
I woke up at 5 am to hear it.
Let's go little Jewish, Arab, and Christian stupid country!
It won't kill to hit the like button and watch your things come by your will, don't you agree?
As always, in where I can do everything,
The simple Poison daily ending:
Berries, survivors,
I hope you'll make it.
You may skip.
I'm becoming international, it's kinda sad, so many like me.
And on Instagram, there's this girl, mychemicalromancefan175, and I adore this human being.
Just read the words, not even take a short look on the photos.
And you don't have to follow, comment, or like, show some respect.
So I'm becoming international, Netherlands.
I love them because one came to Disneyland in Paris, and in Stitch's room (I have another theory so read down) and he talked there, and stitch always blamed him, it was funny.
Stitch is a relative of the animators of Timmy Turner (everybody calls it this way anyway), on the chosen one trilogy.
He's one of the Kiss band there.
Now, real post.
I'm in home sweet home, and showered, and hairy.
Very hairy, thank god I'm getting waxed on Wednesday.
I felt that somehow, he's her property.
So weird.
Now, I want him.
It's not that I really care that what would happen to her tiny whiny emotions.
Therefore, emoji exist.
I wonder if he really in love.
He might, after all.
Everyone is too blind to see the truth, even if they were back stabbed as I.
They haven't earned public shame as me.
My Friends want me to forgive her.
Won't gonna happen.
There's a reason I bleed, they all know about these ugly scars, and I said that everything was too hard.
Now it's twice as it was before.
Crumbling down.
Like being on endless hangover, shaking off everything to try to understand:
What the fuck just happened?!
I fucking want to get alcohol.
But won't.
I will do it when I could get, I prefer when I'll be after army.
Drowning my sadness in alcohol.
But not drugs, I know the limits, thank you.
And not cigarettes.
If smoking, cigars.
Something snobby, I prefer something that worth it, once in a year, on special events.
But no smoking.
I'm trying to get a healthy amazing body, the younger the better.
It's insane.
Like some deadly mixture.
The devil, a confused fallen angel, a blind lover.
Sweet, might become a book.
I'll write a beginning on one of the blogs.
In the bottom I'll write what blog.
I'm upset.
Very upset.
My mom didn't bought popsicles (she promised!) because my sister had to pee, and in the school (she is on the lame afternoon program instead of my awesome one), and it's so not fair.
Not enough that they'll drag me to hers field trip, I didn't got my pops.
I can murder, from the rage gathered well in my lungs, empowering with every breath I take.
I remember something from Valts.
When our music teacher in the earlier grades played those melodies, explaining us that Valts was a round dance, included a lot of turning and spinning, very common in the society of the rich on the medieval years.
The evil own no fear.
So this bitch aren't afraid.
Doesn't she know I'm fucking insane? That I'm not joking?
I dragged her to apologize, until our teacher came.
And yelled on me because "what I did is wrong".
As many would say.
Lol.
But I won't, it's just seems so stupid.
While my best friend need to balance herself and fit to a state she'll pick, (north Korea, versus my south) she stumbles between safety and fun of the "rejects" that became a huge group, we even have the rejected of the rejected.
And between, the dangerous Titanic of popularity.
There's a reason that it was a tragedy.
Don't you think so?
Should I be grateful because next year will be a new, tough, beautiful, igniting, mesmerizing, start?
Well, I hope not.
If I would, it'll mean that my elementary school experience was a confusing ugly hell.
Under my photo I will always imagine "The only one who got her soul back from the king of death"
If needed, I can become a living legend.
But only for your eyes, after you can see from my tiny minded perspective.
Well, my friends will never see it that way.
Just so.
Forever, until I'll do something on purpose.
What if I will?
Nice, sweet, logic.
This is how you play the game.
Like on sims, learn to recreate, to destroy, and to convince others.
Wonderful.
I hope one day I'll get my wings.
Just like Patch.
But worse.
And just because I'm alone in this reality that everyone is blind from, cureless.
It's insane.
I'm cured.
Living in the real world.
Where nobody deserves to be treated the same, because it's just not fair.
Where faith and love is the only hopes left.
When killing is acceptable.
Where seduction is you best friend.
When time will stop as it never started when tragedy occurs.
Where red symbols blood.
And my blind confused friends, that deaf to my words, living in a lie that one day they'll wake from.
Living a lie.
Where nobody can be in two statuses in the same time, it's not making sense for them.
Where being cruel and evil goes through your blood and make your heart to beat.
Where life destroying is acceptable.
Where your evil mean plans are your best friend.
When time will rush as you cannot feel the underground shakes of the collapsing people.
Where red symbols love.
I'm nice soul aren't I?
Insulting my confused friends behind their scarred backs.
But I have the rights.
It doesn't matter, to write or to think.
Actually it does.
What you write you believe more.
It's a science fact.
But, I still think the same.
Won't change.
So it's late and I want to write this beginning.
Check Side Effect or Make Me, you'll might find some.
Goodnight children, and for some nice eddition:
Alright, Children
The lights are out and the party's over
It's time for me: Doctor D
To start running and say goodbye for a little while
And I know you're gonna miss me
So I'll leave you with this
You know that big ball of radiation we call the sun?
Well it'll burst you into flames
If you stay in one place too long
That is if the static don't get you first
So remember even if you're dusted
You may be gone
But out here in the desert
Your shadow lives on without you
This is Dr. Death Defying
Signing off
As for home sweet home back to Television, to WiFi, to sweet music that I can only whisper and cry from my broken barely sewn heart.
Another line that I should make it a huge poster in my room.
SO HEAR MY VOICE,
REMIND YOU NOT TO BLEED,
I AM HERE,
SAVIOUR WILL BE THERE
WHEN YOU ARE FEELING ALONE, OH
A SAVIOUR FOR ALL THAT YOU DO
SO YOU LIVE FREELY WITHOUT THEIR HARM.
It's saviour of Black Veil Brides, that as every band I'll really like, from the little rebel worn out heart, won't come to my nowhere.
Though that many people are kinda underground like them, well, Relevation.
I woke up at 5 am to hear it.
Let's go little Jewish, Arab, and Christian stupid country!
It won't kill to hit the like button and watch your things come by your will, don't you agree?
As always, in where I can do everything,
The simple Poison daily ending:
Berries, survivors,
I hope you'll make it.
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