Goddamn shoot my fucking head.
What the fuck is wrong with my life?!
My mum is probably bipolar mixed with amnesia.
So she forget how much she scared me and yelled at me yesterday.
Do you mind to buy a weapon, nice one, I prefer something that seems entertaining,like a light sword.
But what the fuck? Flawless child?
And me, the girl that have messed up life with issues, need to stand perfection that she secretly wants.
I want have amazing life, approaching them won't happen.
I want to fall asleep, into a better life.
Like another dimension, like Summerland.
And to walk to the beach, catching every wave, becoming the avatar, to be everything and everywhere.
I feel kind of worse than usual, when I were dead, I felt, I could do something.
Now? it's really passing time.
Sunshine school.
Terrible twilight.
Like I don't have a heart.
Like I'm a corpse, buried among ground.
Now, I'm nothing.
I cannot stand her.
I never thought I would want to die from someone I'm pretending to like.
Am I MB?!
Jealousy run us both.
Fuck.
I hate myself, I'm no less evil than my foes and enemies.
I should get rotten and die as I wish for them.
I want to make this journal happen.
But I can't do it when I'm Kathryn.
Or am I?
After all, Kathryn and Sebastien are the same.
Sweet denial.
Oh, and if you really think about it, I may be Kathryn and miss sunshine (that accurate to the character) will play Cecile.
Being cruel is beautiful.
I can manipulate.
Just a practice and reading and I'm ready to go.
Fuck the bitches, I have my own league.
System changing, society replacing.
I'm ready to go.
I won't bully, just make words work for me.
Flirting and having fun from the amusement bonded with every luxury I may get.
Oh my, it's bullying!
What have I thought?
Well, let's see it moving, let's push to get it rolling.
I can stop, eventually I will see that it don't fit me, and I'll stop.
If it will, god bless the rest.
Well I read How To Manipulate People (I am desperate) and I'm were at the right way since the beginning.
Well, I think I checked everything there.
I even have a stare, saved to all my enemies.
Laughable, I always add a devilish smile for the end go back to my bussiness.
Make Me finally have the first post that I supposed to poen the blog with.
How to become a player instead of a goddamn doll.
Well, look at me.
Maybe the headmaster was right?
I should have keep all values, while I resisted to not.
Good luck, you made me a bitch.
I guess you'll laugh last.
You probably correct, but right now, I might just started a new chapter.
Holy crap!
I knew she seemed fumiliar!
Ariana Grande is Kat!
From Victorious!
I knew that the red hair was a hint and her face.
So guys, I have no idea what to do, and I will probably waste the time that left to become more devilish so I will get sick from it soon.
And before the end, when I showered I noticed some weird thing in my leg, some scartch or something.
I sprayed it with something that is kind of peeling liquid and it burned, I enjoyed it.
Goodnight.
Berries, survivors,
I hope you'll make it.
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