Infinite Saturday

I love and hate Saturdays.
Of course, all the others have also Sunday as a day off.
I don't.
I have 6 days a week of school and one day off, and the others complain that 2 it's not enough.
Greedy.
They will fall from themselves.

I don't like today.
Times like this taking me to the edge again, just like three months ago, where I lost the option of staying in the room, I lost it for today again.

Fuck my fucking life.
I know it's not proper way to say things, but today is like jumping from a mountain, then rolling down until your soul will abandon your damaged body.
Nice comparing.

My parents, every time they telling me things, 5 minutes earlier, sometimes just few seconds earlier.
I'm a human too!
Worse...
I'm a girl!
I need time, I'm not here for being a solider of you!
I have 6 years until I'll be in the army, don't try me now!

I'm pissed off.
Like usually, it's never fun.
I'm disgusted by the fact that tomorrow, there's our school field trip.
Like that the last one wasn't awful enough.
I know, that's two different schools, but it's a complete hell!
Ugly furnished, with low hygiene, and don't forget that they claim it's an "hotel", please, prostitutes will complain it's too nasty!

Everyone thinks it's such an excitement.
It's better to stay stuck in a volcano.
I love nature, I adore one flower that I will never know it's name.
But, as much as I love.
I'd prefer when I do what I want in there.
I hate the "well-planned" trips to nowhere.

In the last trip we had a view to the sea, we took a lot of photos together, just like a big family, it was better.
But now?
Well, fuck school, fuck the system, and fuck all the people who embrace it.

I'm being rude, I know.
But I need somewhere to laid all the pain, the anger, the everything I'm surrounded it.

Look where am I.
In Israel.
Well, could be any worse?
Yes, I could starve all day long.
But I think that bombings, -endless- wars, unstopping shouts, confusing (and probably confused) government, children that born to be stupid on everything but sophisticated as Einstein when being cruel, just being fools, believing that they'll stay innocence.

It's funny, I know everything on here, it's a kids game.
Just learn the rules, pick your player, and try to win.
I might make a game, like monopoly.

I love mmorpgs, I want one that replicate my life.
But since my life is so horrible, it's illegal to redo all the things that happened to me.

At least I didn't flashed to anyone, or had sex, or done anything alike.
The purity of vagina, it might becoming rare one day.
I wonder if one day -for what it seems now, the short future- 8 year old virgins would be weird.
I believe that in 8th grade it'll be weird.
Just a step from there.


From puberty of childish young mortals.
Must be fun, a hurricane of hormones.
A war of trust.
I know it'll be funny.
I wonder if I'll found a sarcastic and smartass girl like me, annoying as much as me, a twin sister.
We could laugh together about the fatuous, trying to win the game that doesn't exist.
"Breaking apart" when their love will cheat on them, where they watch their lies breaking.
So funny.
I guess that she'll have mental problem as I do.
Maybe eating disorders, it's the most common.
But she'll/he'll be something special.

I wonder, who's next?
In my class, 31 kids, idiotic personalities, being jerks.
Who will become to my club.
I must think about a title.
Like, it will become huge thing, aren't it?

Where's a gun, I want to shoot myself.
What an awful song, ugh... Love songs.
My Immortal.
Months ago I could hear this song, and cry, and drink again so I could cry again.
But all I can hear is pain music, funny music.
My ears stop receiving the others.


When Friday is vibe thing, I think that mine dies a little anytime I hear another stupid teen writing in English like a three year old, Dora done bad to her.


Fools, they believing to everything that the devil will say.
Like it's their gods.
Praise the popularity.
Make sluts holy.
The glory of stupidity and nudity may forever hold you.

I wonder how many slaves of this hell able to change.
There's one thing there.
Only if you are good inside your soul, you can be realised.Only if you are good inside your soul, you can be released.Only if you are good inside your soul, you can be released.
I'm a living legend.
I'm not good, at least not pure.
But I got out of there.
To start my life alone in heaven, waiting for the other survivors.
Like you.


I know it's kind of late, but I had a dream last night.
It's quite strange.
I dreamt it before, but the people was different.
There were a mission.
To find the key for eternity.
And on the last hour of the dream, I remember how to find it.
By pillows on colors.
So we founded them all while the hunters, um... hunted us.
I was with Adam, Fay, and Cassie from the Secret Circle, their parents are the hunters.
As the dream before.
But some extensions came.
The rooms was designed like in Pokemon.
And I was with some vocal men, because, well, they all have epic fluffy anime hair.

This what I love in emos and scene and random Japanese styles.
Their ability to connect with their emotions and feelings.
And the beautiful fluffy anime hair.

I have a little less fluffy hair, I have curly.
I don't have really anime things, but I have nice face shape, reminding a little anime.


So after the longest post of the week  (Infinite Saturday).
Goodbye, lovers.
Welcome to the hospital for broken people in heaven.
Tomorrow I'm going to hell.

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