B.A.D. Grudge

Great, the emberssment is from here (points at 90 out of 100), to here (points at 150 out of 100).
God, you people need to recolor your mind from blue to understnad that I drew a crown and not a fucked up mutant penis or breasts.
Damn it people.
At least this nice guy is... Well... Nice...(?)

I'm still sitting to what's her face, I still hold that grudge, just it's not the same

Amount of grudge like one year ago,

I hold twice the amount I had for what's her face, to a bitch I'll never understand or forgive. 

I'm getting relaxed before bed with my pop songs, it's about 4 songs in a playlist named "Pop Depression", I just assume that if the people that I think about when I hear it will sit in front of this, and work hard enough with his brain and her heart, they'll understand. 

You know, by the way depression, my favorite use of this word (I think it is) was on Back At The Barnyard, when Otis made the potato commercial, "depression, obsession, impression, potato." It was awesome. 

I guess that it's easier to me her my song clearly, acoustic version and radio performances are the best, it's without the annoying studio edits, they cover up the greatness in the real voices, when fashion people said less is more they meant it. 

So

One guitar, one drumset, one piano, one microphone, and if needed, another instruments, it depends (I hear sometimes classical, so there are many instruments that I barely know about, and sometimes I hear Peck with a triangle, or Timmy's dad with bongos)

And I really like to hear Don't You Worry Child for the young boy, which can just kill you and save you with a smile, depends for who is the smile (when he smiles to her, I'm half happy, half sad, I'm sad because I'm fucking selfish, but I'm happy for him, if he's happy with her, it's good, but when he smiles at me, I feel sad because I hate when people need to lie to me so ill be happy, and happy, because this illusion comforts me), and I like The Big Bang for the confused little girl. 

They both used to hear it a lot. 

Sang it often. 

Played it in school. 

Was happy with it. 

What a shame, it's all gone...

They are gone...

Today my day-nightmare of the thought of celebrating my fourteenth birthday at a hospital bed in the oncology department, being bald, on the edge of tears, I knew it, but I didn't want it to happen. 

I just hope it's a deceiving meant to fool me and scare me. 

You know, I stopped believing in forgiving. 

No forgiving, no deceiving. 

I don't like to be fooled. 

I like illusions, being in an atmosphere of white lies, comforted. 

But I hate decievers, people who lie with intention to destroy, to kill, to murder. 

You know what people say,

The way to hell is full with good intentions. 

Soon the renovation starting...

I still have no idea where's the razor!

Fuckity fuck.

I'm so dead. 

I'm so fucking dead. 

Well, say hello to the talking corpse...

I hate the day, I got very tired in the 6th hour, but I got some boost at the middle of the seventh. 

The lunch I had was XL sugar free. 

Well, now I'm actually alone.

Nobody in the area. 

Not even the fakies (it's like fake people and fairies, because they both so fucking unreal).

G is literally far, she's on a cruise.

Dessi I have no idea where she is. 

And I meet keren from time to time, when

I don't mind seeing that boy and her. 

I'm finally fucking alone. 

I feel worthless. 

Just if I'd won't be exist...

If I had fairies, I'd ask them to show me for one month how life would look like of I'd die. 

Just to see how prople react. 

I want to see how people will react. 

This is the coolest superpower ever. 

Not foreseeing the future and visions. 

Reading minds, seeing people reactions before it happens, and if possible, to perform spells and stuff. 

Wow. 

Perfect timing. 

Flightless bird, American mouth. 

Twilight soundtrack. 

Just too hard for me to hold tears. 

It was her favorite movie. 

She loved it, had a crush on Robert Pattinson. 

She also loved Lana Del Ray. 

And she admired her sister. 

She changed...

It's like Miley Cyrus. 

She was beautiful before, she wasn't the best, but she was good as she was, and since she changed, she don't give respect to things she wanted the most, she is a mess. 

She changed her hair, her clothes, her attitude.

Attitude, oh it was the song on Bratz we watched together though it happened only one or two years ago. 

And we went for the first American Eagle store on the premier.

Where is the angel?

She wasn't perfect. 

This particular angel didn't just fall, all of her feathers torn away, she broke the wing structure, her halo turned from silver-white-gold turned to be a misty fog. 

All I know that she just went away after I told her the secret. 

Ever since I said it, she just went from being my best friend to the best friend of her enemy. 

Or I'm the crazy, or that most of earths population have B.A.D.?!

Like, can you just stick to a decision?

Just once?!

Well, my iPhone is dying...

Berries, Survivors,

I hope you'll make it.