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I think I'll never get tired of those people. 

The Israeli black veil brides fans. 

They are epic. 

I seriously need to stop mocking them. 

I guess a year and a half of mental hell changes your opinions. 

That and creepypasta. 

And AQW. 

And many other things. 

Is it bad that I actually laugh at arguments (The's fight styled and other social network ones),  because if it does, than I shouldn't stop. 

And I should probably stop admiring Russia, enjoying only a small amount of people's company (Ido and Ido and Ido are pretty much insane together), although that sleeping with sirens store don't even give them a fucking option, this is a big insult. 

I got used to the fact that Israel is not even a fucking option, thanks to years of eBay and the straw that broke the camels back, the fucking album. 

Maybe I should stop reading creepypastas. 

Especially ones that I'll remember for years and will disturb me. 

It happens a lot, even without creepypastas. 

I can't concentrate half the time on my sims gaming, because I can't stop thinking about Victor and dancing and blonde streak and very open v shirts, or muscle tops, especially the ridiculously open ones, and boxers, and pretty much everything. 

I blame years of forced dancing. 

Fuck. 

Now I'll always think bible doing so. 

When I was a first grader I almost was forced to dance with the girls for the bible getting - year ending ceremony. 

It roughly translates to me for a hell I'd rather forget. 

I fucking hate it. 

I need to figure out what does that mean. 

Malk. 

Was it a bad form of trying to write Malik in Hebrew?

One directions fangirls do it better. 

It translates to king from Arabic. 

مَلِك. 

I like to write Arabic here. 

I guess I like everything that's not Hebrew. 

But I guess I should write one thing here on it. 

אני לא נהנת מזה. 

It means "I don't enjoy it", kind of, oh well. 

The Hebrew language seems so ugly to me, I can't stand it. 

Arabic is fucking art. 

It got beautiful letters. 

Imagine the beauty of Chinese symbols with the simplicity of pinyin. 

I'm bored. 

I need something to ruin. 

I haven't ruined many things since I do it to myself. 

Afraid to hurt others. 

I need a worthless thing to abuse. 

But nothing is worthless when you look at it. 

When you name it. 

When it lives. 

When you can feel it. 

When you can see into it. 

In that moment, it's worthy. 

But I can't do it with myself. 

Therefore, I'm not worthless, because worthless things don't exist. 

I'm nothing. 

Nothing is less than worthless. 

It has no name, no color, it doesn't live, you can't feel it, you can't see into it, it just takes space, a large amount of space. 

It's like gas. 

But it's not very real. 

Yes, maybe it exists, but it has no size, no form,  nothing.