Singing

I'm under attack in that routine, I have no time, I'm always tired, I  can't even relax my muscles, it means that I got a chance to tear my muscles apart, so yeah, fuck.
I just feel like I'm dying.
Actually, not dying, not even close.
I felt like falling.
But not just falling simply as that.
I was falling in no time, no place, I wasn't moving, but I was just hovering, and falling.

I should stop falling, but you can't stand strong, when you can't stand at all.
I have no idea about a thing.
Any minute I'm awake, I barely hear, move, talk, I'm frozen, trying to save energy.
I'm confused, I just can't hold it together.
I'm not going the way I used to, I'm not sure what it is, but I know there is something.

I'm so fucking glad I'm not there in the "One Direction hoes" class.
Seriously.
It's probably one of the things that are over the top, that I don't find something great enough, I don't want to hug them, you know... They don't deserve my hugging world wide appriciation tour (I forgot it's name, but it will be full with me appriciating people, letting them know, that they changed something, and they fucking meant for me, they created me and my strength more than everybody else.
When I had the sport thing (I just hate jumping, I can't do that air leg switch or air walk without few steps of nice momentum), the others could choose, so, guess what most girls picked?
Make up...
It's not even those cool make ups in those movies or like of those kids on youtube (I loved the zombie thing that they used tissues, it was fucking awesome, and once my dad made me some and it was funny, when my New Yorker cousin asked him how to do that thing with the knife, and how to know you went too deep, my dad said that you need to cut and that put the blood but if you did it too deep the blood will come before, or something), it's just those ugly normal make ups, like for events, or circus, and thing.
Now I'll explain how it's related to One Direction, and that army of pink-purples screaming girls (it's much worse then what you can imagine).

*Sorry, that dude in the TV actually explained how music saved his life, he used to be in the world of just getting worse, and you know it won't ever end good, and after he got expelled from many schools, he got into one for kids that just can't sit and study, and it make sense, even in our genuis school it's much more interesting because you are actually a part and you are considered to be like every one else, well, his music teacher told him to leave that weird thingy that people just slam and say "done", she told him to take the guitar, and guess what? he sings beautifuly, plays the guitar, and his hair looked good and not weird like the other people with the exact same haircut*

They all had some spirals in pink from the corner of the eye, and on their wrists (prepare yourself for my expolosion), One Direction with hearts (most of them were fucking ugly, but one looked actually nice, and it couldn't look that good with other words, or names), and name, and guys...
Oh no...
If somebody will ever touch my arm somewhere differently from my shoulder area or my hand, he will get hurt, depends on the person how badly.
Nobody should touch those places, I'm sorry, so does nobody should touch my calf, or my collar bones, those are those places you just, don't touch.
And what can I say, you simply can't do such a thing.
You just don't write on your skin unless it's to remind yourself something, or it's a weird tattoo (I have seen some weird ones online before), you won't see a tattoo on my body saying something stupid.
I won't write band names on my back, arm, leg, ass, head, and other body parts.
I won't even have that make up tattoos, I just rather to have the option to change it everyday.


Oh, he sings high!
Which reminds me...


Do you remember that guy from X factor?
He was very pale, with black hair (and actually, I don't think I have seen somebody looking in his style before, and looking that good), he wore black shirt or someting, or white, I'm not sure, but he had skinny or stretch red jeans and the upped area looked baggy.
And his voice singing skyscraper.
I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it.
But it wasn't the first time I saw a young man talking/singing/using his voice in such a high voice, the Beauty and the Geek had one, he's name is Victor (I don't think that Victors are appriciated enough, I know him, and the ballroom dance teacher, with the hat, and the beard, and the weird style that still made him look stylish), and it was incredible, I got used to it in no time, but it was funny at the first episode.

And another X factor thing.
I thought that having neighbors that play drums or stuff will be nice and cool and stuff.
Well...
No.
But I would like to have neighbors around my age because people aorund 60 aren't quite young.
So, we watched it, and as a girl started to sing.
Our "VERY KIND" neighbor started to just fucking kill that drums, even Bessie wasn't so loud, and my sister and  I just bursted laughing, because it was so annoying and so timed.



I really hate tall people, I'm just so short!
I'll stay that way and I won't catch more much.
Luckily I will wear heels, and stuff.

I will never understand Leonardo De Vinci, if he's the one who drew the Mona Lisa (I'm not good at remembering names), but that guy also drew some kind of Jesus, and sweethearts, it was probably a thing that will hunt me forever, looking with that face that can say "I just killed somebody" or something.

I would love to get some more sleep time.
I don't find 7- hours appopriate including the fact that I'm not waking up natrually.


Oh that song...
Wow, it's the song that I heard each time when I called my best friend, Daniel.
And I knew that song chours only from that calls.
Weird, right?


People used to tell me that I have a sense for music.
No.
I can tell you that the mosst I know is where to get, to notice when I'm wrong (most of time), and to tell to people shut the fuck up when they sing annoyingly.

And a message for all the great singers:
That's that you sing good, doesn't mean that you have to make a song, it means that you first need something to talk about, if you want to have a song to sing, make a cover.
I'm really sick of those people that only because that they can sing good, they think they need to write a song, it just too stupid to be real.
It's super stupid.
Not normal stupid.


Well, it's a post I'm finally doing, so bye for now.

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