2 DAYS WEEKEND

I had an empty quick-cookig white oats box (or a bottle, however you'd like to call it), now I have sa full one.
Filled with water.
I like drinking it, and it's healthy.
My dad doesn't want me to do so, to drink so much.
Be glad it's ot a fucking alcohol poisoning.
Or that I'm injecting myself fucking air or that fucking liquid I'm drinking!

Today, my cousin has a birthday.
And it meas non bonus points in literture, and no relaxing for me.
And it's in the north (well almost everything that'sover an hour in a direection, cosidered the direction itself), so, yeah...

Okay yesterday, funny thing after drinking that almost 2 liter jar (optional name as well), in less than fifteen minutes I had to go to the bathroom, it was a simple bowel movement, but as always, I tried to push it down, and that water almlost came back the way that they got in, gladly in the end, I was just barely peeing.
I guess I'm dehydrated all the time, maybe my body keeps them.

I like drinking it.
I made a hole with scissors, and I jusr replace the straw.

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I want to make food and food and more of food. 

And then not eat it. 

It's all normal until my mother is pissed from having a shitload of foods in the fridge. 

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Are you fucking kidding me?!
All I wanted was to watch a music video, simple one, that I never saw before, but NO.
BECAUSE ISRAEL WILL NEVER BE WORTHY ENOUGH FOR YOU FUCKING PHIL TO LET ME SEE IT.
FUCK YOU PHIL.

In another case of humanity.
Samantha and Andy.
Samantha donated a kidney for  Andy after his failed (I don't know why), so after she made a desicion, she went into a healthy weight (and lost a third from her original weight), and donated it.
Now, after he cheated on her (as she claims he did), and left her (with the stereo and the television), she wants it back.
It's better than the last couple ones.
With the beans and cents.

What can I say, Americans know how to pick their women...

And some person, wrote that the same thing happened on Drop Dead Diva (one of the best ones, too bad that he almsot died, and that every single relationship got broken), and it seemed to that person bizzare back then, but now it happens on real life.

Oh, please.
And what's so normal with the amount of children (toddlers to teens) that accidently get shot?!
What's the thing with guns?!
Go figure.

Wait, she doesn't want it back.
Fuck you Itay.
You, and your friends in the technology arcticles system.
I DON'T FIND IT VERY OKAY THAT YOU COPY AND USE GOOGLE TRANSLATE ON POSTS FROM BUZZFEED.
I think people should get slapped more often.
I volunteer to do it for them.


It's such a weird familyname to have, Lamb.
It sounds so weird.
Like too fragile for a cheater and a kidney donator.

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What do you think?
It took me under an hour for sure.
Probably around thirty minutes.
Well, it's a simple one, but I like it.
I like to think I'm good.
Something in that illusion, that lie, it's comforting me.

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I want to fall asleep tonight.
But wishes aren't coming true to people like me.
I'm just me.

...
Here's a fifteener.

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It's not one of my bests, but it's okay with me.
I obviously could do better, but I'm insparation-less.

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I remember a name!
It's Caroline, but terribly misspelled (well, I never expect something spactaculer from the normal English class where I belong it, it's for the lazy and for the not-very smart ones, and it's pretty much me, because I don't like to hear the word suicide on weekly basis, I'm barely okay with saying self harm outloud, not even starting to admit I did it, or still do it), so it was Kareoline or something.
There was the letter a e o and i, and obviously k n and l, but I'm not sure in what order.
Well, it doesn't matter as olng as I'm stuck in some abondened building with Helena while George is in the hotel room, afraid as fuck, because a storm is taking over Thailand.

Fuck you george.
I want my kidney back!

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I really have no power for anything.
And I still can't stand that annoying native american music from the last therapy meeting.
Fuck her.
Now  I can't hear Reiki Music without being freaked out that somebody can know how much I want to cut.
I want to, and then I feel shit about it.
It's not deep enough, it's not real.
It's not painful eough, it's a cowards' act.
It's not because I have real problems, it's for fucking attention.
I feel like I'm not enough for even doing it, and it's making me to want it even more.
Ugh, I'm such a stupid cunt, I can't even stand myself.
And here again, I'm not real.

I feel like Jen, Kevin's doll (it's the third or the fourth Kevin?), from Movie 43.
I should continue doing it, while learning card tricks.

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I don't know, I'm in the middle of her crown, and nothing is completed, even her hair might be changed.
And her arm, it's too thick, well, maybe.
I lke it so far.
Her crown supposed to be like some sort of a rock, sharpley weirdly cut.

Okay, finished the crown and the nose and the eyes and the mouth.

Better?
I think so, now that stone-ice princess reminds me of an actual princess.
Well kind of.
If you sas the first few episodes of Beauty and Geek.
I stopped.
I got bored.
Well, more movies for me, and more disorders and doctors programs for me.

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I just watned to let you know, that I got 96 on science.
Yes, that test I took few Tuesdays ago.
I wrote to my teacher that she probably had a mistake in the calculation.
THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY THAT A GIRL THAT MISSED A WHOLE SUBJECT AND DIDN'T EVEN BOTHERED TO KEEP UP WITH IT, THAT NEVER LEARNED TO THAT TEST GOT SUCH AN AMAZING GRADE.
I know I got the bonus right, but even with it, I got over 90.
WHAT THE FUCK PEOPLE.
I wasn't supposed to get it.
And it's making me sad knowing that some kids who studied as hard as they can into the night, and got under 90.
Like, why do I deserve to be so much better and so much worse from the others.


I'll never have a good place in the middle.