I wonder how stupid and addicted can you be (the fact that I say that doesn't matter), to join a cult (again, still doesn't matter), and get beaten up, in front of you children, in a fucking huge polygamy, and fucking spanking, by the leader or another "wife".
I'm sorry, it's so fucked up, how people can ignore the fact that it's still here.
And scientology, I'm sorry I can't talk much about it, I haven't learned enough to completly judge it (another reason why I like to learn: I can judge more people, objects, and organizations), so as far as I know it, it's not very harmful, *though* like in every other thing in life, some people take it more seriously than others, and in that religion/cult/organization, they hire/take-care-of/use a really confident people with th abillity to convince others.
And actually, those incredible convincing people, it may sound like the worst part of this whole idea of scientology, but their job is to lead others to their beliefes and choices, no tell me what's the difference between them to a good salesman.
There is no difference, the intention for their actions are the same, they both want you to go in the path they are offering
So, I just really think that making a book saying that some alien came to earth, set some nuclear bombs and alien souls in volcanos, and afterwards created life, it means one thing.
His believes would love Spore.
Spore is a game, that pretty much let you control evolution.
You start with some fish-worm and develop, you get weapons, you can pick your mouth, your speed, and then, after living and getting enough DNA, you become to the world (sometimes you keep living in the water, and you die by the sea monster when you go to the ground, but it's better to live on the ground, and when you go to the ocean you die by the sea monster), and you start getting legs, and start to befriend or attack other creatures, you keep learning, befriending, develpoing, and you can become in so many forms, even as a human looking creature (!), then, after more time getting DNA and brain, you become a tribe.
In the tribe, you can be peaceful tribe, gifting, and such, maybe you can be very dangerous, murder everybody (what I used to do, because I was too lazy to be nice), and you can find the balance.
On each way your way will be set, when you transfer from a gooey monster, you become herbivore/omnivore/carnivore, and on the creature, you become something else, on tribal when you finish, you'll become milatary if you killed the most, religous if you gave gifts and was kind the most, and economic if you were just in the middle.
After finishing, the cilivcation part, when you have to rule the world (peace, money, or army), you build a spaceship, and go discover your galaxy, visit others through some mysterious holes, and create life.
I like to create life the most, and I like to play Don't Drop the Alien, so how to create life? You first need to stabilize the atmosphere, you need to change the temperture and how much clouds and how high the atmosphere is, than, you must put some plants, in three main sizes, small medium and big, after putting one from a kind, you can place animals, you got to put two herbivores and one carnivore and then you can put a colony, that it get stablizes, and you can go to the second layer, and put some more.
I love doing it.
Black Sea of Trees, what a weird novel.
I just read about it, that after it's publishing, many people commited suicide in some forest in Japan.
And one thing.
If you live, and you want to die...
Don't you want to get a Drawin award for that?
Or at least inspire people before?
If you die, die in style.
You have no idea how boring is that to hear about people who jump from the buildings, why can't they just dance with bacon ligneire among hungry lions?
I don't find what's the problem with dying this way, seriously people, what the fuck is wrong with your minds that killing yourself is super tragic?!
Will you ever shut up?!
A fucking attention whore (seriously, I should get payed for maying attention to your boring exsitence), who cares about you, and that you ran to the gym, and who cares, because nobody actually does.
I just can't stand them, you can make another group for talking, but you won't, why would you? The prurpose of your endless texting is for your private attention, because daddy-moomy-attention issues gone wrong.
And guess what?
There is a girl, that from her being alone and unknown, she only grew wiser, she uses words, and you call her names for that, she stopped giving a fuck, and you call her names for that, she can be everything, but she won't, and it's maybe because she doesn't like it, and the last time it happened she almost died, or maybe it's something else, who the fuck knows anyway, but still, you call her names for that.
You ask what she hears, and she lies, because she's sick of judging.
She's not talking much, but when she does, it got a meaning, too bad she's shutting her mouth for your endless trash talking mouths about how beautiful this singer, and how sexy and cool that band, and how great that song, and I don't disagree, or agree, I just say whatever you want in different ways, that may insult the less knowing (I can tell you that over hearing music and/or tv from any kind, will over take your life unless you get books to read and enjoy, or a decent movie that isn't do full of love, because The Mast is a great humor movie, which everybody got to love if they like comics, 3d effects, and green people).
And guess what?
I'm sick of being that girl.
I hate listenning to their goddamn bullshit about Emined vs. One Direction and Miley Cyrus on the side.
And why should I get 100+ messages in a simple hour because your childish arguments?!
Today, we had that tradition of that thing with that shirt.
I was forced to go and socialize.
Irena forced me to go towards the girls.
I almost cried, but you know that I'm against leaking.
I was alone there, though I was surrounded by people, I was alone there to be with my thoughts.
My mom told me that I'll be labeled as a snobby hoe.
At least it's better than black wearing gothic.
Who cares about my label, it's not that they stick it up on my forehead, and it's not that I don't know that I'm not like that.
I don't care that they are calling, getting woried that I'm not socializing enough, or that I'm unfriendly!
I'm doing good now, with a small amount of friends that mostly in different school, and I'm not going to that weird place I came from.
I've changed, and I'm still changing.
Why do they have to be so nosy about it?!
Socializing is a need in The Sims 3, but for Loners it isn't.
My interction with faceless worldwide spreaded strangers on daily basis are the best for me.
I'm sick of being surrounded by them.
For once, can you grow a brain?
It won't hurt, I promise!
I just want people to understand for once, that as much as life is fun and young, reality will hit you... And it will hurt.
So, why am I here, suffering group text messages?
I don't know.
I'm not quite sure.
But I'm here, and it's all that matters.
Berries, Survivors,
I hope you'll make it.
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