Fuck you.
I can't suffer through the words 'sex' and 'sing' or any word similiar.
I hate it.
Overtaking me.
I caught my parents yesterday.
Let's say that nothing good ever comes from it.
And today, the student council (I know two kids from there, one is Sapir, and the other is a freakshly tall guy named Mickey), they decided to put a song that reminds all the shitty reality.
Mostly from the talentless, tearful, over emotional reality singing TV shows.
It's going pretty much like this "And I sing, to be happy...", but they find a way to make it all depressing.
HOW CAN IT FUCKING BE?!
I hate people who make happy lyrics depressing.
And I hate granades on the beginning of COD Ghosts.
And the runs.
I'm a slow runner, but I can take easily heads down.
....
Really?
What a perfect name to put a song named sing it.
OH FUCK.
OH SHIT.
OH NO.
WHAT IF THEY'LL DECIDE TO PUT THE BEGINNER'S SONG ON TAP TAP 4.
HELL.
NOT MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
NO LINKIN PARK.
FUCK YOU.
I really hate people's choices.
Not fair.
When I want to hear music, I'll do it when I want to do it.
...
I'm getting soon period pills.
I hate them.
But at least it'll fix my acne and my uterues.
I never tell that it only changes when I change my eating behaviors, from one destructive route to another.
....
I watched earlier episodes 3 and 4 of Moone Boy.
If thinking about it, if I'll take a safe choice, as an imaginary friend.
His name will be Shaun too.
Well, no wonder why.
He was one of my best friends in the first grade, too bad he moved.
I still remember what my mother told me, when he went to the park with his sister, and he was slightly dissapointed because I wasn't there.
He used to have flat brown over-the-shoulder hair, and he was always nice.
He probably cutted it off since.
Kids do it, a lot.
Two kids I know did it so far.
For both it fits.
...
I think I saw it on MTV rock one time.
When it's a holiday vacation, and there's nothing to do, I WILL watch/hear this channel.
Half the time they got English accent commercials.
And I'm hearing Motionless in White, the song's name is Devil's Night.
I also rememeber that I was freaking out, beacause, well, I'll be in deep shit if somebody opens the door.
OH SHIT.
THEY DON'T HAVE FACES.
THEIR PARENTS NEVER KEPT THEM SAFE.
HOLLOWFACE TOOK THEM DOWN.
INTRUDERS IS REAL.
PEOPLE, AVOID DARK TALL TREES, BEING SPANISH, AND BEING A WHITE AMERICAN GIRL, UNLESS YOU'D LIKE TO BE WITHOUT A FACE.
Though, your Spanish mother will fight for your life against some faceless adult.
Depends on what you like.
I know that the Elf and the Cowbay hate spanish people.
The cowbay hates more that exchange student, because of him, his fourteen year old real life friend (the cowbday is the imaginary one), left him, rejected him.
At least he's not wearing pink stilettos.
....
I love the way that The Death of Me reminds me Cirque du Freak.
Just that whole scenario that looks so mysterious, and fits that kind of things, well, I liked that movie.
I like every vampire movie that the best friend is dissapointed because he didn't got bitten.
Fuck.
No.
I don't agree.
I'm doing the same thing.
But on who will it fall?
I fight my hardest to have it, and in the end, somebody I dragged with me will fall before.
No way that it's going to happen.
....
Why people (and when I say people I mean men) think it's fine to just be randomly shirtless.
Why can't I be pantsless?
What's wrong with it?
I still have panties.
Why can guys be dressed less than a Brazillian rio dancer (who barely bothers a thong), and I can't.
Wait.
I remember something funny.
Horny fourteen to sixteen year olds trying to get pictures from under of Rio festival style dancers, few years ago, when the only parade people bother to participate in, was really good.
When they actually did those Henna tattooes, and the temporairly ones.
I loved them.
I was once a damn sprakly Honda!
Well, I got no time.
I'll try my best to sleep.
I'll try my best to at least bother to do something, I just feel heavy, like, I don't even find anything good in drawing.
If that's depresion than I'm a potato.
Potatoes are so annoying.
You need to take their skin off, and you need to pick the ones that won't give you a food poisoning, or will help you cells to grow out of control, and become a tumor, and enjoy a happy potato cancer.
Happy potato cancer.
Happy lung cancer.
I want to make a sign of those things.
So yes, a blood square filled with meat indrusity head and blood (brilliant one, by the way), it does matter, but won't actually make a move, do something that you can take down.
Smoking nicotine.
Enjoy Mmarijuana, Canavis, Weed, everything, the buisnness grows in the self-growing one, but don't smoke the shitty nicotine.
In some point it's actually dangerous to stop, because your heart lives of it.
Ask Malebro guy, he's dead now.
Though he smoked all the way since fourteen but stopped later (Way later) in his life, but it wasn't a life.
It was oxygen balloons.
I can't suffer through the words 'sex' and 'sing' or any word similiar.
I hate it.
Overtaking me.
I caught my parents yesterday.
Let's say that nothing good ever comes from it.
And today, the student council (I know two kids from there, one is Sapir, and the other is a freakshly tall guy named Mickey), they decided to put a song that reminds all the shitty reality.
Mostly from the talentless, tearful, over emotional reality singing TV shows.
It's going pretty much like this "And I sing, to be happy...", but they find a way to make it all depressing.
HOW CAN IT FUCKING BE?!
I hate people who make happy lyrics depressing.
And I hate granades on the beginning of COD Ghosts.
And the runs.
I'm a slow runner, but I can take easily heads down.
....
Really?
What a perfect name to put a song named sing it.
OH FUCK.
OH SHIT.
OH NO.
WHAT IF THEY'LL DECIDE TO PUT THE BEGINNER'S SONG ON TAP TAP 4.
HELL.
NOT MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE.
NO LINKIN PARK.
FUCK YOU.
I really hate people's choices.
Not fair.
When I want to hear music, I'll do it when I want to do it.
...
I'm getting soon period pills.
I hate them.
But at least it'll fix my acne and my uterues.
I never tell that it only changes when I change my eating behaviors, from one destructive route to another.
....
I watched earlier episodes 3 and 4 of Moone Boy.
If thinking about it, if I'll take a safe choice, as an imaginary friend.
His name will be Shaun too.
Well, no wonder why.
He was one of my best friends in the first grade, too bad he moved.
I still remember what my mother told me, when he went to the park with his sister, and he was slightly dissapointed because I wasn't there.
He used to have flat brown over-the-shoulder hair, and he was always nice.
He probably cutted it off since.
Kids do it, a lot.
Two kids I know did it so far.
For both it fits.
...
I think I saw it on MTV rock one time.
When it's a holiday vacation, and there's nothing to do, I WILL watch/hear this channel.
Half the time they got English accent commercials.
And I'm hearing Motionless in White, the song's name is Devil's Night.
I also rememeber that I was freaking out, beacause, well, I'll be in deep shit if somebody opens the door.
OH SHIT.
THEY DON'T HAVE FACES.
THEIR PARENTS NEVER KEPT THEM SAFE.
HOLLOWFACE TOOK THEM DOWN.
INTRUDERS IS REAL.
PEOPLE, AVOID DARK TALL TREES, BEING SPANISH, AND BEING A WHITE AMERICAN GIRL, UNLESS YOU'D LIKE TO BE WITHOUT A FACE.
Though, your Spanish mother will fight for your life against some faceless adult.
Depends on what you like.
I know that the Elf and the Cowbay hate spanish people.
The cowbay hates more that exchange student, because of him, his fourteen year old real life friend (the cowbday is the imaginary one), left him, rejected him.
At least he's not wearing pink stilettos.
....
I love the way that The Death of Me reminds me Cirque du Freak.
Just that whole scenario that looks so mysterious, and fits that kind of things, well, I liked that movie.
I like every vampire movie that the best friend is dissapointed because he didn't got bitten.
Fuck.
No.
I don't agree.
I'm doing the same thing.
But on who will it fall?
I fight my hardest to have it, and in the end, somebody I dragged with me will fall before.
No way that it's going to happen.
....
Why people (and when I say people I mean men) think it's fine to just be randomly shirtless.
Why can't I be pantsless?
What's wrong with it?
I still have panties.
Why can guys be dressed less than a Brazillian rio dancer (who barely bothers a thong), and I can't.
Wait.
I remember something funny.
Horny fourteen to sixteen year olds trying to get pictures from under of Rio festival style dancers, few years ago, when the only parade people bother to participate in, was really good.
When they actually did those Henna tattooes, and the temporairly ones.
I loved them.
I was once a damn sprakly Honda!
Well, I got no time.
I'll try my best to sleep.
I'll try my best to at least bother to do something, I just feel heavy, like, I don't even find anything good in drawing.
If that's depresion than I'm a potato.
Potatoes are so annoying.
You need to take their skin off, and you need to pick the ones that won't give you a food poisoning, or will help you cells to grow out of control, and become a tumor, and enjoy a happy potato cancer.
Happy potato cancer.
Happy lung cancer.
I want to make a sign of those things.
So yes, a blood square filled with meat indrusity head and blood (brilliant one, by the way), it does matter, but won't actually make a move, do something that you can take down.
Smoking nicotine.
Enjoy Mmarijuana, Canavis, Weed, everything, the buisnness grows in the self-growing one, but don't smoke the shitty nicotine.
In some point it's actually dangerous to stop, because your heart lives of it.
Ask Malebro guy, he's dead now.
Though he smoked all the way since fourteen but stopped later (Way later) in his life, but it wasn't a life.
It was oxygen balloons.
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