You blame me. 

Great. 

Always me. 

You're the angel. 

Right. 

You're so fucking right. 

Because I'm always wrong. 

Because I'm just a child who don't know how to even express her feelings, or how to think. 

I'm that stupid.

Right. 

And then you scream at me.

Blaming me. 

Telling me that I'm wrong. 

And the thing that I'm doing is not normal. 

Blame me. 

I'm tired of it. 

Controlling mother. 

Scared father. 

Great. 

It's my fault as well, isn't it?

After all, who can you blame but me?

By the way, I caused glaobal warming. 

And the problems in Sochi. 

...

Now I'm on a way better mode, it's seven pm, ten hours later than what I posted earlier, by theory, I have enough time to watch a movie (suicide room, Jesus Henry Christ, or one of my two movies with Kim carry, or the dictator), and few YouTube stuff (probably speedpaints, and music, and than trying to find insparation to sai), but that theory, if I'll be the able to get into my room (being punished all the fucking time), and maybe if there's a parental risk, I can always watch something extremely stupid. 

Like the news. 

...

It's so weird. 

I think I feel like google's translator voices. 

My sister and I put some lyrics that will sound weird (I started with my goo goo goo joob of I'm the Walrus, which confused the translator, and my sister just made it way better with What Does The Fox Say), and I just got bored, and forced it to say all kind of weird sentences. 

It got to its best when we made the Arabic option exhausted, if you write something long enough, it'll stop to catch it's "breath", hard to explain but try with "نَا" or "نَاهَا" (which means na, and naha, I don't remember which one is better), but try on the japaneese to write something (not on japaneese) and then place periods on different lines. 

For me it said "dot-dot-dot" for a long while. 

...

That's somehow really fucked up. 

All I think about is summer's sunshine, cute chibi art and smile faces and  rainbows, and I Hate Myself on Comic Sans font. 

It's like happiness mixed with myself. 

I can't comprehend it all. 

It's like trying to catch things that flew away with the wind. 

220 kph winds. 

Fucking hurricane.