Priceless

Well, bitch gone bitchier.
I'm not speaking about MB, I have stories to tell you about her, you might find it amusing.
So Keren, the precious angel faced copy cat, is keeping doing her thing, trying to be me.
Freaking retarded.
I know my life seems inviting, it's the natural me, but have she saw the past year?
Misery is nice word to define it.
Nice.
People that will try to be me (all the way) won't survive.
Probably die in the middle, or stop.
Suiciding is probably how.

She still afraid from horror movies.
I'm not.
After my life were one, it's easy.
She still cannot have creativity and friendships that open and wild.
I can.
I always were this way, risky, for the good and the bad.

Fuck you Keren.
Fuck you goddamn lost tayl Dollie bitch!

So, because I want to end this hateful side
Here comes the regular Oh, Keren.


So, Keren.
Oh, Keren.

Tell me, what do you think?
What the fuck Keren. What. The. Fuck.
Like, find your own hobbies.
My friends are a little bit different and a little bit the same (something that our English teacher gave us to do last year, the work I did with Gal and I torn apart.) You can't be my friend, I just hate you.
So what the fuck are you think you are doing? can't  you see my eyes rolling and me, avoiding you?
Copying me, my not so happy reaction.

So people, I feel she resembles the bitches that raised her, MB and Gal.
Built on the bases of connections, envy, and copying.
Fun.



People, you know how fun it is to be in the center, but when you are happy and find the exact measures for being this way, just being the real you fits when you don't have a shitty personality.
I don't have shitty personality, I have human personality, all the goods with fears and sadness and everything you know this far, year of misery.

So today, finally.

School started the same, another dancing rehearsals, and singing, and walking, and waving.
Fun.
Meanwhile it all, I laughed a lot.
I think I might become friends again with Itai (now I know it's with i' instead of y').
He started to talking to me, nicely.
And funnier, he is fucking rude to MB.
Loved it.
These days it's fun.
I know how to treat boys, it's something you learn when you hang out only with males since you were born.
Funny, it's nice to earn back a childhood friend.
And others that I thought I might never talk with, talking with me, making  me laugh.
One boy, he's not popular (finally a good one to keep!) doing magic tricks, and he talks about things he do from time to time, and it's interesting.

I find it interesting because I love to learn.
The more you know the less mistakes you know.
Like information I've learned from Chinese lesson, that white is evil, and it's not so formal there.
And clocks you give to people that retire.
So now, if you'll become a business tech manager, don't give white and clocks to China.


It was a beautiful day.
Still successful.
The jealousy on her face was priceless!
Trying to talk with my favorite heart smasher, and he speaks to her as he used to speak to me year and half before, don't want her in, talking like trash.
Now making me laugh, finally talk about something funny and interesting.
Well, as long as he's far from the twat dancers from the other class.

Such an magnificent day.
I learned today from my epic guy friends what is Yatzy and how you play it.
It's fun to be with them.


Oh, I wonder if summer gives you those beautiful golden wings.
I sink in the winter and rise back as the spring start.
Maybe next year I'll get better.
After all, sports releases hormones that makes you happier.




And people, weird announcement, I might go to blood checking thing to make sure that I don't have some weird disease that make teens to have extra hormones, like extra break-outs, hairiness, changing period.
I want that we could plan trips and know it will come at the exact date.
So, I just need to say it to my mom, and zap, test results.

So it's late and I want to watch Cruel Intentions because I bought a red* leather notebook and a pen, to achieve the most as I can.

*I hate red because it's more to sexual (let's get pregnant!) and bloody (just no) and for attention seeking whores, I prefer blue and purple, but mostly blues and greens.


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