Piece of Piss

Today I woke up at nine fifteen.
I missed the practice.
When I went to get a shower (around ten), I just smelled myself.
Okay.
I understood that I'm good with my bad hygeine as long as I don't need to smell it.

Well, then I found that it's impossible to get generations.
So this is why I'll wait for my birthday.

And we went today to the restauraunt.
In the end of the starters, I wished I had that drink that the Capitol have.
That weird pink juice that makes the people sick and then they puke, and then they have more place for food in their stomach!
THIS IS SO FUCKING BRILLIANT.
Well, it would be.
But this is a bulimic behavior.

By the way eating disorders.
In a bunch of our 1000 texts over the day, Maya DS (the girl that is addicted to One Direction, and because of her I'm actually aware of what's happenning in the world of pop music, which is on that age is much more important than your future, or the economy, unless you're in my class, where the children actually aware for the adult news), well, she couldn't stop quoting Diana.
This is may sound a bit strange, but on some instagram account of anorexics and bulimcs, they loved that song.
And they said it's about Diana=Die ana, ana as anorexia, and all  that kind of shit.
And I told it to her in some girl group we have, and she said that it is about all those crazy girls who stay awake at bed at night.
Okay, I would love to correct her in so many ways.
But I decided to shut it, because the last thing that I want to happen is another year in therapy.
And worse, group therapy.
This is probably the worst thing ever.

I've been in a group therapy, in that case it was for my over-reacting of panicing, and it did helped, and they also gave me some card that when you put your finger on the specific thingy, it reacts to the blood heat, that also shows about how stressed you are (stress-o-meter), it's perfect.
Sometimes after very stressful situations, I like to check myself.
But since that I'm natrually warm, I'm not always sure that it's working.
I think I should give them free for people with anixety.
And probably why I should be banned from group therapy, and so does my dad, because he showed me a trailer of roach included (and a lot of it) movie, and it was so funny, that I laughed, when others talked about how well they are going.
I also tried to silent my laugh when the boy that feels ill when he just sees or smells or any other interaction with banana or... HONEY.
I felt insulted.
So yes, you can be disgusted, from me, and from the product, but at least don't tell it to my fucking face!
This is awkward.
Aand gladly I'm not going to the other kind of group therapy, for not being suicidal and dealing with being bullied in better ways.
If I would, I would have something called by many insensitivity and I'll be considered to be rude, because, this is fucking life, and on life people are hurting, and they will, and you have to deal with it, overdosing pills is stupid, and they will tell me to stop, and I won't, and probably the ones who are responsible for it would be mad at me if I'll say that if they want to die so much, they should let me do it, because I have a lot of anger to take out.
I'm not healthy for the world.
That's why I need to find another one like me.
That will mess up everything, yell screw it, and then will do it again, because this is how I work.
Or will just have a humor like me, because it's rare as fuck.
Nobody laughs with people who are joking about death, and serious medical/mental conditions, and pretty much doing everything.


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YOU RUINED EVERYTHING.
IF I WOULD FIND THAT GIF FROM CYBERBULLY OF WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ON THAT PILL SCENE I WOULD PUT IT.
BUT YOU DONE SO MUCH WORSE.
You took Sania!
Now what am  I supposed to do.
All those stupid new managers, they can go happily fuck themselves.

You took sanity and delted it.

Fuck you, really fuck you Israblog, remember my words, fuck you!

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YOU ARE THE WORST MOTHER EVER.
WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT.
THEY GET FUCKING EVERYTHING.
AND YOU EVEN GIVE THEM WHAT I GOT?
AND YOU YELL AT ME THAT I'M NOT AN ONLY CHILD.
I'm not an only child, I know that, and I wish I wasn't even your kid.
YOU ARE RUINING ME MOTHER.
YOU OWN THE BLAME FOR MAKING ME LIKE THAT.
SHE MADE ME SUICIDAL YOU MADE ME EVEN MORE.
YOUR EXISTANCE MAKES ME SICK OF MY OWN FUCKING SELF, I WANT TO BE ANOREXIC, BECAUSE OF YOU, MY SICK OWN MOTHER!

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Okay, by the way blog.
Israblog to be specific, they just came worse.
It's like, became, awful!
There's a blog, which is quite famous.
It's probably where are the hipster wannabes, are.
It's called:
The Mainstream Fighter.
It's not true.
The fact that you hear indiebands before they were famous (like Low Shoulder, cough cough, satanic rituals with Megan Fox!), and that you wear some clothes from the market, or that you don't do what everybody do, simply does not makes you a hipster.
It makes you a simple common hipster.
If being a hipster means going against the norma.
I'm a fucking hipster monster.
Girl who plays soccer is hipster.
Girl who goes to a computing place is hipster.
Girl who have a mindset like me is hipster.
I'm a fucking hipster.
And it's not that an actual hipster can't admit he's an hipster, because it's not hipster of him, it means that his fucking self aware.
Not like you, zombies of society.
Actually, I think I should make the opposite of the blog.
Why?
Becuase I'm Mainstream Manic!
The ultimate villian of all hipstercity!
Just in time to ruin the hipster style before Hipsterman will catch me!
HAHAHA!
TYPICAL LAUGH!

I'm seriously the worst villain ever.

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I really enjoyed that Jenna waxed Jesse's hairy legs.
It's so fun.
Now it makes me to imagine.
Imagine that you get really hairy (as a guy, because, well, chest hair), and you discover that somehow your career makes you to wax it, and not to laser it (if I could get a laser treatment, I would, but it doesn't fit to my skin color), just imagine the horror, the pain, the screams, and the expressions of pure pain on your face, when it will happen.
The big pluck.
I would seriosuly love to do it.
Like working in a guy spa.
Just for watching the pain of people.
Huh, who knew that making others suffer to make them feel better is so fun?

I'm bored, and I'm desprete.
Where's my sims?!

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HOW DARE YOU TO MURDER JOY?
WHO THE FUCK PUTS ALCOHOL WEIRD SYRUP IN CHOCOLATE!
IT TASTES LIKE A FUCKING BITTER PISS.
WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT?!
This chocolate is the worst one, I took one bite, and it was liquidy and disgusting, I spat it out!
That woman detroyed my pleasure in chocolate and alcohol.
WITH HER PIECE OF PISS SNACK!

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Okay, a moemnt ago, when  I searched for that gif, I found that:

This is very weird.

It should have some words on it.
It kind of reminds me of Gunther from Kick.
Just, as an adult.

I'm going to do things until I'll fall asleep, probably watch a movie, because it's all I do anyway.
Tomorrow there's school.
I want more sleeping.
But I don't want to be around my mother, so it's my only getaway for now.

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