How weird, I posted yesterday, and it didn't publish it, it's not fair, so now it's the link of what's happened yesterday, on Extras, obviously.
Well, I just clicked on something that seemed interesting in the Jewish arcticle part of the pretty popular Israeli news site.
I was no less then shocked.
There is some cult, in Canada (no more the just innocent neighbor of USA, with the maple and the ice, and the weird behaviours that won't fit how Israel works), and it's Jewish, well, not anymore, I can easily call it a new religous behavior that includes misery to control.
Making others become puppets, make them suffer, be the one that will decide who will stay alive tonight, his beautiful dolls.
Well, this insane person reminds me of a movie I watched once, I don't remember it's name, and if you do, please help, well, it's about a woman, she's a therpaist, she is going inside others heads and help them to cure themselves, then, a story about a man that is mentally ill, he likes perfect women, blonde, skinny, he makes dolls of them, making him to feel that he owns them, and then, he kidnapps them, rapes them, and then kills them.
Well, this is sick what this man is leading.
People are going after him, waiting for him to give the answer.
And the question is Life.
The children's faces look like the face of holocaut, it's what one victim said, children there have empty faces, this is the most terrifying idea everv for me, people, young children, are not happy, they don't even know there's a chance for happy!
And, each night, no song or a story, not a hug, and definetaly not a kiss! Why is that?
They claim that emotion is not a Jewish behavior and is wrong.
What the fuck?
Since when?
Wait...
I know!
Since that the ill person decided to...
Seriously, they give mental ill people a bad name, if I was addicted to control (and gladly, I stopped and will explain later), they just destroy all the people like them.
Well, now it's time to explain why I'm not addicted any longer to control.
I used to be a terrible perfectionist....
Until my techer told me what it is, and my mother agreed with her that I am one.
I decided to change.
Ever since I just care less, and less, and less.
It's great.
I'm not stressed anymore.
Seriously, bye bye insonmania, bye bye unstable self, bye bye constant fear of failing.
And I'm the one who did that therapy.
Fuck you therapsits, you can't force somebody to change!
I can't be magically "healed" from depression and sadness and my sarcastic, shitty, rude, and amusing.
So yes, I will make every little thing to become depressing and will personally laugh at it, because most people will look at me with "What the fuck is wrong with you?" face, and nobody get that humor.
Like that nobody gets what's so funny about the scenrio that a clown/scarecrow (I just find them as the best killers ever), trying to get into your car and murder you with a knife, and they try to open the door, and it's locked, and they are dissapointed.
I find it funny.
And I really enjoy being happy and joining to others happiness, when I'm around friends that know how actually crazy I can be, I feel very comfortable telling to people what I think, mostly if it's clothing commenting like telling to all those athletes who decide to go run almost naked at the evening "DRESS UP!" and to tell happy birthday or telling to people they look cute together, or that they are pretty.
Why?
I don't know, it's just me.
Well, after enjoying some of those reaction videos of Onision.
I'm going to enjoy some private shit on my iPhone, which is obviously the obsessed metriasls, and probably anorexia stories.
I'm dangerously obsessed to mentally ill people.
Hypochondria of mental illnesses, I have it.
Berries, Survivors,
I hope you'll make it.
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