I just don't lose, and sometimes I even gain.
I need to stop eating a lot.
I consider fasting on Sunday if possible.
On Thursday I'll eat only after school, if I eat before, I'll suck on juggling, an on stilts, which is never fun, I want to reach at least fifty tomorrow.
I'm going to binge today on my chocolatic buns and my vegan nutella (which came out better than last time), and probably on watermelon.
Though I'd try to not to, since I'd feel like shit, and I'd rather go have fun with friends than beat myself up for it and doing nothing because I'm punished without computer and television until Friday (who said that I'll stay same until then?), and I don't want to disaapoint my friends.
...
I jumped 125.
Which is fairly good for me.
But I already imagined myself writing to you that I jumped 130 and the word "bam" capitalized and with an exclamation mark in the end.
People (and by people I mean Irena and girls who stay around me, but not enough to know that I just like it or simply understand) keep saying that I wear the hoodie too much.
Next year I'm going to buy some new ones.
I like this style the most.
It's simple, got a big pocket, comfy, got a hood, and just simply perfect.
I got mine in white.
I like it.
Only last week I understood that it's like Jeff's outfit, from the creepypasta, I personally enjoy more from NoEnd House which is absolutely perfect, it's short and sharp, not too detailed, but it's also long enough to build anticaption, and detailed enough to make it terryfiyning.
...
I haven't mentioned it earlier, but this morning my teacher said that my work is good.
I know she said it only to not make me feel bad, she thought that I cried yesterday because of the work.
That's sweet.
But I don't cry over school.
I laugh at school.
I laugh at every single person who thinks that it got some power in this world.
World to person: you are pretty much worthless. Period.
I want you to put a cut to this movie you live in and wake up for a second.
Trust me, I'm doing you a favor, wake up now, suffer now, be fresh and good to go later.
It's painful now, but it'll be twice as hard than now.
I'm currently preachin truth, do not interrupt.
I need to have a bowel movement, desperately.
I need it to be flushed out.
Completely out.
It makes me feel sluggish, and it sucks because I constantly feel unnatrualy heavy.
It's not fun.
....
Do you have an idea how tempting it is to commit a harming action towards myself.
Too many accidents that give me meanings.
Examples?
The fact that I see the shortcut sh too many times throught the day (today it was in english) and I occasionally see razors or hear about it.
Wow.
I really hate hearing good music with a low volume.
Thank You For The Venom on three out of I don't know how many sucks.
Same with Oh Love.
It sucks.
I've read earlier some creepypasta rules and tips (they write it seriously and amusingly in the same time, it's fun and educating, like reading the logic behind The Immortals powers, though that I'm confused by how they change atoms to different atoms, it doesn't make sense, oh well, it never meant to make any, right?), I enjoy that I'm so worthless or so poem, even I can judge it (literature is fun when the teacher bothers to teach it, we learn about short stories, all I could've think about is NoEnd House), so I decided to screenshot some and comment on them, like always.
With this topic you got two options.
Be turned on.
Gag.
That's the truth.
I went to the poem section, and I found a poem.
Ever since I haven't read a poem, at least I finished Cassia and Ky poemance, if I wasn't, I'd just keep imagining cassias limp body, or Ky's, from the extremely contagious plague, and the living one fucks the other.
I'm the gagging type.
Whispering: "Aya"
Whispering louder: "Pop to rock, black veil brides, evensecne" (I never understood how you type it correctly)
Whispering the loudest: "BLACK AND RED HEADPHONES"
Deafeningly screaming: "Die. Die. Die."
Just read the Aya's Headphone one, you'll understand.
I was pissed mostly because that it's pop to rock.
Do you understand how stupidly small it sounds.
The hero is supposed to be a know-it-all kind of girl in music, pop to rock, mentioning black veil brides and evensecne
I understand so much now all the people who rudely comment towards them (although we can all agree that none of that type is metal, there's a limit), and...
Wait I'm laughing at the weird obviousness.
"Wow! My hey picked the main character to be the hero of this episodes plot? How original!"
I found my screenshots from my first encounter (I just used this word correctly, this is another great example that stories of that genre is a better teacher for vocabulary an for correct grammer in English than most Israeli teachers), to the poem thing!
I am sadness and disappointment.
It was one of the worst ones, and I really want to show you a picture, but the chronology will be fucke up, so let's see the reference to emo pony so i can keep on going.
If you think about it enough, this is all of the scene emo and gothic wikihow guides combined.
I spent few good months of reading about it, multiple times, it's fun to understand something you don't understand.
I personally will go with a hipster person (inspired from Edgar Allen Poe, but it's too mainstream, so they'll pick cartoons -insert an obvious sarcastic duh here- and Ruby Gloom fits here, so I'll go on redhead girl and a pale boy?), and their version for applause.
I really admire hipsters.
I SHOULD READ EVERY ARCITCLE ABOUT HIPSTERS.
And I should write a book why alternative rock is fucking satanic.
And why metal is stanic.
And why pop punk is satanic.
And why classical music is satanic.
And why everything I'd like to buy is satanic.
Conspiracies of a frustrated twelve year old -soon thirteen, and soon two year anniversary! Which will be during the holiday.
And I really want you to scream really loudly "HOORAY", or at least sing a song that will amuse me.
I'd probably celebrate in simlish.
I really enjoy simlish.
Fun., Katy Perry, Lilly Allen (I think), and My Chemical Romance.
I recognize Fun. Easily, somebody even filmed Katy while she sang it simlishly, I love her, she's so powerful, and yet, lovely and feminine (I personally think that power is gender less, and it makes people ignore your gender, same with weight), and I didn't even think that My Chemical Rimance will be there, I just entered to a YouTube video I've never seen which is simply named Na Na Na, and above written "(indie)" and I assumed it'll be that Indian song style, which I refer to be "walla-walla-walla-walla-walla-aha, walla-walla-walla-walla-walla-walla, tam too-doo-goo-too-doom" song, and then it started.
I squeaked.
Zuko joke style.
I already said it before.
I feel like those dating site couples, repeating endlessly their love story.
It's a boat.
I have another screenshot which is a poem by a person that's named William Carlos William, it sounds to nickname-ishly to be real, but what can I do?
It's about plums.
I liked this poem, he was basically rubbing in front of their eyes how great it was to eat their food, how much they missed, it's actually awful thing to do, but it makes you smile and giggle like a child because it's so simple, so naughty, it feels like you did it.
My second thought after it was that I should call my plants this way.
By the order they stand in.
William- stevia
Carlos- onion
William- peppers
Nice one, right?
Wrong.
I already got bonded with the name Steve.
Steve the stevia plant.
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