Okay, I regret saying bad things about how lousy our preteens and teens are.
In Chicago, two fourteen year olds fought over a boy online (it's a recipe for disaster), since it's the USA, and you can get lethal weapons easily, she shot her.
What a wonderful world.
The last two days were the worst I had.
Last night, I was so pissed off, I tried to sleep, but they all made those unbearable noises, I started to suffer through ticcs, it was a hell, I just heard those annoying "ahhh" and "ohhh" and I just couldn't control my body.
At some point I got angry that I just swung my arm in front of my face so I could scratch it, I didn't control my body, in the end I figured out what I was about to do and got my arm away from my nails.
And yesterday, I got so upset and emotional (being a female is fun, isn't it?) that I cried, not once, nor twice, but I cried a lot.
I felt like my really fucked up sims with the over-emotional, unstable, neurotic, socially awkward, and all the weird stuffs that will just make them freak out (my Alejandro does that!).
It wasn't fun, and I just calm myself with the idea that I'll never have to do it again (at least not in my school, I love ram's anyway), so yeah, never again!
Well, I just rather to skip about the shitty awful topic, and I'll mention only a few happenings.
Like the fact that today I was about to cry in front of my already crying friend (again, because I cried in front of yesterday as well), because I felt so fat, and I am such a failure, because Yali was there, and I'm just... Ew, and not even close for a thinspo.
Hell, not even for healthy-weight-body-spo.
I just started to imagine myself hurting myself, and images of cuts, and a lot of grayscale (I got problems with saying black and white, because black and white seems like a grayscale on the highest contrast) images.
I really wanted to cut myself for the last two days.
I guess I actually can't deal with people.
OKAY.
I CAN'T DEAL WITH RELIGION AS WELL NOW.
WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!
Okay, another topic, not field-trip shit.
Have you heard about the person who didn't die from his execution punishment? He died from a heart attack after some artery exploded!
He deserved that.
For everybody who says it wasn't humane, go to hell. Please.
This person shot a young woman (even not a woman, she was fucking 19 as far as I know) and buried her alive, now, do you think that what he did was humane?!
I personally believe he deserved that.
Actually he deserved more.
WAY MORE.
Why did I say that?
Now I can't remember who I argued about after the person said "no way" and answered "yes way" and the person said a more powerful way for "no way" and I said "SUPER MEGA YES WAY", maybe it was Dabush.
By the way (fuck!) Dabush, Yael told us that from the side we look like a couple.
Well, I wouldn't have mentioned it, but so many people talk about having a date or a partner or a boy/girl-friend, so I must, it's my duty afterwards, to let you know.
So, I can't understand why would I or everybody in my school would want/need a partner.
YOU ARE FUCKING THIRTEEN.
Grow the fuck up and stop playing mommy and daddy, this nooshie-mooshie bullshit is annoying.
People should stop with this need of romance everywhere.
The next time that I want to hear about romance from another person's mouth is when they read about the romance languages on the History book, or in literature from some reason.
People should understand that from romance comes only bad things!
VERY BAD THINGS.
You know how bad, I just said it five minutes ago, it involved a gun, and Chicago girls.
It can go in a very different beautiful ways in the spectrum.
I can bring up a few!
Let's start from music, for now it's not about My Chemical Romance, it's about some really old article I read once, about a female that was in a destructive relationship (maybe a cult) and wrote songs and poems, needless to say, I want to shoot stupid people like her, brain before heart. Always.
We can also go for teenagers (I had this idea of trying to post once trying to shove as many as song titles I can, I did not mean to do this now) like the time when a girl was blackmailed by two guys, and each time she gave them like 10 nis, 50 max.
Or when people throw flaming bottles on their ex's girlfriend after she got pregnant (the news in Israel are fucking lovely! Don't you agree?).
And, let's go hardcore right now.
WHEN PEOPLE DIE FOR THEIR LOVE.
I think it's stupid when you're a teen, or a very young adult (whispers: somebody over-enjoyed Romeo and Juliet), because, you are still young.
From the other side, after a long, long, long, relationship, I think it's not so weird.
Imagine, the love of your life just died, you knew him/her/it (genderless?) for over...
I TRIED TO UNDERSTAND SOMETHING ONLINE, AND THEN I FREAKED OUT.
I JUST WONDERED HOW I SAY THE PERIOD OF FIFTY YEARS, WHICH IS JUBILEE, AND I FOUND IT WAS BIBLICAL AND THEN I JUST READ A BIT IN GOOGLE AND I JUST SAW SABBATICAL, AND I WONDERED WHAT DOES SABBATH MEANS LIKE IN BLACK SABBATH AND I GOOGLED "SABBATH DICTIONARY" AND I JUST FOUND OUT.
IT'S THE FUCKNG SEVENTH DAY OF THE JEWISH/ISRAELI WEEK.
What the actual fuck?!
But can't we just settle on one word?
We (in Israel) usually write shabbat, because this is how we pronounce it.
Actually, it sounds more like Arabic to me.
(alyum) Sabbaeh, which is the seventh (day), sounds more like sabbath to me.
Fuck, now I'm learning Arabic, because of the stupid interest in how to say correctly.
I still have no idea what some letter meant, it's binti letter, but instead of two/one top/bottom dots, it got three, and it's not the th one! the three dots that I saw were at the bottom!
That was weird.
Well, I'm going to bed.
Tomorrow it's Thursday, I'll weigh myself.
I'll probably be sad because of the number that crept up (probably 49-51).
I'll probably fast this Sunday.
But Saturday will include having fun with my big friend, laptop, the ones who warms my lap all the time!
He's like a little less fun and smart and robotic version of Yay-Okay!
Saturday...
I don't know if I should hiss or not, because it's the fucking seventh day.
I hate language, and I demand the Hebrew Academy to build a word for "Ritual" and stop making one thousand ways to say one damn thing that nobody cares about.
I guess that calling food in disgusting words is more their thing than building words so songwriters will be able to write Hebrew songs, and to publish them, because it's illegal or something to make a wrong sentence in a song.
Pfft, like the Arses care, they will be shitty anyway.
They are actually an insult for every stupid person in the world.
They are a contagious disease, we should lock them in an island, or just put them somewhere and supervise them, watch their cavemen behavior and let their technology grow.
Maybe it's the only cure.
By the way, I saw Taglit people today!
They are pretty much the people you should laugh at all the time.
Good night.
Let's hope I'll have a good BM tomorrow to start the day good.
And to see I magically lost weight, or just see everybody else fatter.
Funny, I know it won't happen!
I'll just have fun seeing myself fat then not so fat and then obese in my eyes.
I said I won't post, but I did, last night I hoped that we all wake up late an I'll miss it.
I begged to not come.
I did not (from some strange reason) want to cut.
I don't want to do it.
I want to use my only coping method when I'm legal, and away from any authorities or guidance that will claim that I'm a danger to myself when I'll go too deep.
I'm in pain, mentally and physically, half the time I almost cried, I ate a lot.
I suffered this day.
I don't want to do that ever again!
At the showers, I couldn't stand my own fat body, yet, I tried to "accidentally" shoe Yali my thigh gap.
I really hope that she doesn't have one.
Yael told me that when she wore the bikini (for the showers), all the girls stared at her, and she felt really embarrassed.
I was jealous.
The girl is a living bonespo, or thinspo, or fitspo (for me she's bone/thin-spo), but no matter what, the girl is stick thin.
Now all the kids are talking.
And I'm in the corner.
Lying down on my backpack, suffering from my aching body, I want to go home.
I hate people, I hate nature, I hate myself (sometimes mentally just as much), I can't stand them.
I really want to cut myself.
I'm not sure if I'll even go to the ram trip.
Hell, I don't think I can even be around people anymore, even fully clothed!
I hate myself, I ate so much!
I'm too self-conscious, which is something I have to accept in order to stay alive, if I won't, it'll be actually unbearable.
I got 30%.
I want to die, just like my phone.
The girls here are skinnier, and the ones who aren't, are just as confident.
Hell I'm crying again!
I'm tired of this life.
WHY NOW?!
All of my breakdowns in here.
I'm considering the idea of giving myself some pretty good (or bad, it's all a part of prespective) cuts.
I deserve some relieving.
I want to cut.
So deeply.
My friends are trying to console me.
Amusing that I can't stand myself right now, and my official bonespo friend is one of the friends who tried.
I can't deal with everything today.
I'd just cry myself at first opportunity, and I'll hide it.
Okay, my mother just told me that she's worried because of my constipation.
She proceeded with her great insults and said that she's worried that I'll have some medical condition that both of my parents had (or have?)
After a short pause she said "maybe it's just because you have nothing to put out", it didn't helped.
....
I'm in school, I fuckung hate holocaust day, people lost the meaning, and it's pretty much pathetic and insultive rather than a day to remember.
This morning my mother forced me to eat watermelon.
It still hurts.
A lot.
My body can't digest food early in the morning.
I don't know if I'm hungry or not right now.
I think I'm going to burn this breakfast anyway, thanks to cycling about 4 kilometers, and doing something at sports, and going today for water-skiing.
I'm going to eat soup today, or more watermelon.
I'll have to eat something that won't make my stomach do anything that will raise suspicion, because until seven I won't eat, or at least around seven.
I want to shove food down my throat.
I don't want to do it.
....
Okay, tomorrow and the day afterwards I'd probably not publish anything, thanks to the very stupid field trip.
I don't want to go, but I know that some part of me will regret it.
I'd rather to be sorry that I did than because I didn't.
Simple as that.
Unless it comes to something that will affect my future drastically.
Like, I don't know, an injury, or something that I don't want to imagine.
I like The Poison (album) of Bullet For My Valentine, a lot.
It's really heavy, but with it, it won't make me feel like shit for a time afterwards.
It's more taking off pressure than adding to it.
I'm Saiing, I want some sanity while I can have it.
I'm not taking my iPhone tomorrow, for the trip, I don't feel suicidal now, nor in the weird "I want to cut" mood (it sounds really attention whorey like in the way I told you, didn't it?) so I just don't bring it, don't want it to get lost/hurt, and don't feel like being phoneless.
I'll miss it, but I must learn to live without it, and learn to deeply hate preteens.
Just for you to know, teenagers are from fourteen for me, because of the FUCKING STUPID LEGAL SYSTEM.
And because of China, and their beautiful language and traditions.
I must admit, that I did not expect to see so many results for what I was looking for.
March of the Living.
I heard about it a lot in Hebrew, and I wondered how'd you call it on English.
Found it.
.....
Okay, I need to learn the body's anatomy, and to understand the muscles better, I really want to draw something, which I'll have to write for myself!
Today there's another stupid school day.
Sunday.
The longest of all.
It just drains all of your motivation and happiness in one day, instead of suffering through it for a week.
I really just want to sleep.
Sleep for such a long time.
But this everyday school-life is already a nightmare, so sleeping won't matter, will it?
I'm sorry that I'm so negative, it's not me, it's the hormones...
I hope at least it's them.
Yesterday's night I read an argument between some accounts on a picture of somebody lying down, while you can see her ribcage and hipbones (not sharp enough to be called thin in my opinion, she's skinny-fat to me, but doesn't matter) and she wrote "ew I'm so fat" or another line that's alike and told by plenty of teenager girls (guys do talk about weight and diets and body image and stuff, but they don't pop up a conversation that starts with the sentence "I'm so fat" and the rest is telling the first person that she's not fat), and there were a few of realistic girls that aren't very "ana!! selfie caption 'I'm so fat' lol! mia! depression! suicidal! poems!" and all of this bullshit that can come out of their stupid lipstick covered mouths, and they argued with the girls that are very much what I mentioned before.
It was amusing, and I screencapped some all of it.
I'll probably share it after this long exhausting day.
....
Okay, it's now eight pm, over twelve hours since the last time I blogged.
I thought this day would suck, I was partly correct.
Well, it went better as the hours passed, and I felt wonderful until I came home.
I wanted to eat, and to be normal, because I fasted the whole day, and for once I just want to live a somewhat normal day.
I was terribly mistaken.
I felt great until around twenty or thirty past seven, I came to eat some weird kind of bread, that's pretty much a bread with tomato sauce in it, and as I started to eat, I suddenly felt something that tasted weird, I felt cheese.
I felt that there was cheese in my food.
I asked, terrified by the idea that I just ate cheese if my mother put any cheese in it.
She tried to explain me that there's no cheese, and I said it feels like cheese and now I lost my appetite.
Which in some part of me wanted me to do, but I didn't want to lose it, I wanted to be normal.
I couldn't eat anything.
My mother accused me for eating junk all day long, and that it's not fair that she worked that hard (on making me eat something that I don't support in it's making?) and this is my thank you.
Great, so far I consumed, like what, three hundred at most?!
Those pieces were really small, combined, they are in the size of a regular computer mouse, actually, they are slightly smaller combined, but anyway.
I wanted to enjoy the day.
Until I made it through the day, happy, and I managed to distract myself from "wrong" thoughts, I just, crashed.
I felt twice as awful five minutes later, when I understood that she implied that I'm a fat pig who eats all day (don't you just love what BED makes people to think about you?!) after a full day of fasting.
I wanted to just cut, so many cuts, so deep, that I'll bathe in my blood while sitting at the tub.
As you can assume, I didn't, the fear of being discovered is ten times more horrible than doing that.
I felt so awful, that I considered to purge.
To fucking purge, just to stick fingers in my throat, and take that weight off.
I can feel it now, trying to digest it, it's awful.
I hate it.
I just want to cut myself open, and take the disgusting food off.
I can't do that.
I don't want to die.
I never did, if thinking about it, it was never my "thing" .
....
I feel stupid, heavy, useless, sad, and like the only thing I should do is cry.
But I won't.
Crying is for pussies.
Or at least that's what I learned from the boys when I was seven or so.
I guess I'll just be on instagram, or tumblr, watch people cut themselves (without the words closed world; wounds open" on top of it!) and maybe then, I'll crawl to my bed and watch some movie I watched before, or rarely a one that I didn't.
Maybe I'll find inspiration on the way.
2567.
That's the amount of times that you were here, and you were able to see me, exposed, and never said a word.
How amusing it is, so many times, for a few people, and all that you do is watch.
I can't blame you, I have a feeling that I'd do that, unless they begged for sanity over a month.
I'm going to regret it, but...
WAIT! NO!
I got two things to say, the first one is amusing, and it'll help you to get in the mood and point of view for the second thing!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jkRwjJOOvAI
This is also known as The Best Break Up Line Ever.
Fuck, now I need to upload what I want to say.
Fuck it, I don't want to.
It's nine twenty, my mother came earlier and asked what I ate, I answered that I ate what she gave me, she said that it wasn't enough and left.
After ten minutes, my father came in and asked me what's mother talking about that I'm not eating, I said that she overreacts.
I got a shirt on, since I'm such a weird obsessive person before my period, I had to check the tag, it had the brand's name "free" and a really faded number, which if looking enough, it's number is two.
Two as in large?!
Or two as in a what?!
It fits me perfectly, well, I don't know, I wear everyday shirts that are extremely big, and hoodies (WELL NOT ANYMORE!), so I guess that this is what people would call "perfectly".
I'm sorry that this post is short.
...
WAIT. WHAT?!
IAIN SMITH....
What just happened?!
It's gorgeous!
I love you man.
I never looked on who made the video, but seriously, just look for Iain Smith.
I love this person so much.
Well, I'm going to bed, I got nothing better to do.
Well, my sim is a fucking success!
He's not even half the way in his aging meter, and he is in rank 8 out of 10 in his career.
I'm now building his house, I want him to have an early retirement, and a child, and a wife.
I don't know in what order.
....
It's five pm.
I don't want to deal with this week, tomorrow I have a test, and whenever that I attended the class, we simply didn't learn a thing, and she bothered to do so only at Thursday, like many teachers, causing my lack of knowledge thanks to their insensitivity.
On Tuesday and Wednesday I got a field trip, of two fucking days, filled with those morons that I see almost daily in my school, and I don't want to.
Hell, I'd rather to get in the post self harm stress for two months than going there.
I'll just be there, mockable, and I'll stare at the girls, with their stick thin legs, and I'll wonder, why did I ever have an eating disorder named Compulsive Overeating or Binge Eating?!
Why would I get an eating disorder?!
WHY?!
Why couldn't I just get a "normal" one?
Like the fucking well known Anorexia Nervosa?! Huh?! Or just the underground Bulimia that's so fucking common and nobody knows it?!
Why me?!
And why that?!
I demand an answer!
But from who?
Nobody?
Oh, maybe just from imaginary friends, who are in front of me, and don't have the guts to say anything?!
Maybe just my really "caring" daily available surroundings?!
Fuck it.
I'm tired of it all!
And I haven't even watched Suicide Room in the past couple of days, so this behaviour is abnormal.
Maybe just pre-period hormonal fuck up.
The "usual".
This time I'm without pills.
I wonder if I'm finally nutritioned enough from my fatty disgusting eating, so my body would like to have a successful menstruation.
I hope I get it before/after the field trip.
I got no patience for some middle-school drama around puberty.
Tired of all of those pre-puberty bitches who will have a delayed one because of their weight.
Darling, a bmi of less than fifteen will probably make your body unable to grow.
It doesn't make me any better.
While they want puberty, I want the exact opposite.
A child's body.
Boney, "shapeless", pure body.
Lovable one.
One that you can just stare and wonder "How the hell did she get out from inpatient?!"
That's sad, in some way.
Nothing unexplainable, but somehow, sick, wrong, and unbelieveable.
I really hope it's just hormones.
And I really hope that one day, I won't suffer it again.
.....
I watched Transcendence today.
I also learned how to correctly spell it!
I just parted it to pieces, and I'm good to go, it's actually easy.
I'm reading news, maybe something will finally be interesting in this prison.
I'm reading about music, and I'm telling you about it because the previous ones became like some sort of the usual.
A soldier got stabbed by his friend in Israel, and a girl got stabbed while the main suspect is a guy she refused to go with to prom, from connecticut.
And some shitty in-betweens like a project named "My Tattooed Bride".
Darling, nobody cares.
It won't help a fucking thing.
You know what can help?
Put people with bad skin after years of not protecting it, with tattoos over the saggy skin, and let others see how unattractive it can be even though that now it's "sexy".
Okay, a comment suggested a Progressive Rock band named "Big Big Train", I googled it, clicked on the first option.
I did not see this coming. It's actually quite good.
It's great.
The thing that I didn't expect at all, is the flute.
Every couple of comments is pretty much people begging to bring Iron Maiden.
"Generation X is the best" is a title of one comment.
Now let me tell you something, no.
Not at fucking all.
All of those people, are fucking the future generations, and the existing ones, like generation Z, where I belong, and guess fucking what?
So many X's are fucking lazy, stupid, financially-failing out of their stupidity, and so many of them are fucking sheep!
I fucking hate those people.
Making bad choices that currently influencing this generation for different actions.
Generation X "the useless".
Generation Y "the failures".
Generation Z "the bullies who are also criminals-to-be".
Not fucking kidding.
It's the truth.
Why did you say that?!
Why would you do that?!
Give me one fucking reason to mention the fact that Linkin Park came to Israel at 2010?!
It's like telling me *insert a name of a band or a singer that came to israel before I liked him*?!
Somebody mentioned Avenged Sevenfold in one of the comments that are explaining that all the whiny bitches should shut up.
Fuck you, mentioning them again!
Lady Gaga, Depeche Mode.
At least nobody said that Genesis or The Cure was here!
I'M SAFE.
FUCK YOU AND FUCK YEAH!
Green Day never came either!
YES!
....
I want a book/movie/short-story about an utopian future for a change.
Everywhere there's happiness, everything that humanity wanted, and because it's a fictional future, it happened, but there are couple of bad guys (dramatic music) that are trying to ruin it all, because they want to win and control the world, or something alike that.
People should do that.
For a change, it'll have a plot that doesn't revolve about bad transformed to good.
Like the rare books where you can read about deaths, detailed ones, and not about romantic stories from one kind or another.
It doesn't mean that I won't finish Night Star nor that I'll skip the Hush Hush.
I can't leave it hanging, I must finish the stupid cycle.
....
I'M IN A WONDERFUL MAGICAL PLACE NAMED "JAPANESE STREET FASHION" ONLINE SHOPS!
I have no idea how do I pronounce half of the shop names there (sixh?!) but it's so fucking cute and asian and I don't know what!
Is it Italian?!
That's so strange!
My elf (?) sort of ceramics statue/doll always had a book in it's lap, and I never bothered to figure which one it is until this year.
It's Romeo & Juliet, but on the book cover it says "Romeo & Giulietta".
A thought I had after seeing a marching band's outfit for sale.
Why?
How would you even use it?!
When was the last time you thought for yourself "Hmm... Maybe I should start a marching band for the next parade!".
Why on earth would you do that?!
Rationalize it for me, please!
I don't think that anybody should go through his/hers closet and just look at it like "here's a shirt, here's a suit, here's a marching band outfit that I bought online, here's a pair of jeans...", nothing of this happens!
...
I wonder what will happen when men and women will be equal (can never happen, because each gender got different needs, and it's a fact, if males don't have a vacation after every climaxation that's for reproducing, then females shouldn't have a vacation for their uterus to heal itself!), a feminist subjects' degrees will be equal to dirt.
After they achieved their goal, what's next?
Some of them built their entire career on the inequality.
In some way, they can't afford it to disappear.
....
I want to meet the opposite of nightcore.
Instead of high pitched voices with basses added to make this song better, it'll be like super slow with classical ball music, so you can make hip hop into a perfect song for slow-dancing.
....
Okay, because I'm hearing the untitled song from The Black Parade Is Dead, and it's late-ish, and I'm packed with hormones, I have something to say.
I'm terrified only by the thought of a suicide of a sibling.
I just thought about it, I know that I won't do that until my body won't function at all, and life is just a hell that stays only by some stupid machines, and I'm just a burden, while if I'll die, somebody with hopes and future can be saved, but, there's other people, and those people are my siblings.
Hell, even some of my friends.
I can't even.... think straight.
I don't even.. I can't just....
And it's only imagination.
It's so awful to me.
I can't deal with it, and it's only in my head, one of the thousand of the questions that start with the famous "what if" words.
I don't...
I can't!
I'll just die inside.
I can feel it now, it's presence, it's here, waiting.
It's awful.
Maybe it's the feeling that I felt all this week.
I felt that something is wrong.
I didn't know how to put my finger on it, but it feels like something is wrong in my brain, like something isn't working correctly, I actually felt like some substance of some sort surrounding my brain, and just corrupting everything.
It hurt, in a way that I rarely experienced before, and the color that it looked like was dark purple, gray, and black.
It was disturbing.
I felt like I'm under it's spell.
I'm now in the depressing side of Instagram.
As I'm making myself forget about that strange feeling (The pain literally just striked again! it's awful!) I wonder, how aren't they terrified if they'll get caught? And how can they be so sad?
Living in a house that can be easily considered a mansion, being rich, so many people are in a worse condition (great example, countries under dictatorial, violent, abusive, evil regime), and they are broken hearted, bullied by how perfect they are.
I'd love to switch places with them.
The beautiful white skin, the no need to feel ashamed of how disproportionate I am, how nobody can bully me, because I'm just like them, and be another rich, pretty, stereotypical suburbs girl.
As I'm in the mode for those depressing thoughts, I want to say things, because, well, after all this is the purpose of my blog.
Instagram and tumblr depressing tags are like a quickie for me, instead of watching two hours of Polish actors and actresses, less exhausting and not as draining.
I wonder if Gal will come tomorrow.
I miss her.
I need to see her, if she's still alive.
I know that she'll never be the same.
And I know that in the right position, she's pretty much numb and I can't even understand a single action that she does.
I just need to know that she's alive.
As pathetic as it sounds, I need her alive.
So yes, I'm truly afraid of communicating with her, but she's the person that brought me to life, that no matter what -made me happy.
And it's not easy, especially when I'm freaking out.
Tomorrow it's Sunday.
I don't want to stay in this school anymore.
I just want to finish it all, and I don't know.
Maybe I'll just won't have kids.
I guess there's a reason why I have siblings.
A back up plan for keeping the family's dna existing.
If I fail, they can do it.
Well, it's ten Pm, good night, I'm going to enjoy this night...
Hopefuly....
I barely slept well, or nightmares, or waking up and hallucating things and stressing about stuff.
I thought that I saw Nitay's (a boy from ram) slender man.
He knows CP too, I got to know that after he put cleverbot and I ran to the computer asking them if I can and when they asked me why I wrote "who drowned?" And I explained and he knew what I talked about.
Nevermind that.
I also feel like shit because I'm wearing a black hoodie.
I'm going to buy new hoodies today.
It may sound pathetic, because it's fucking summer, but this is who I am.
I'm going to try to find lighter ones.
Light-weight.
They are out of hoodies.
Well, all they have is pastel colors, and I hate all of them,
I need my friend back.
My friend, the one that was with me almost all the time, he was with me when I broke a record, he was with me when I went through this year's anorexia phase (it comes on and off, and I'm more ednos thanks to my habits, and I'm not diagnosed, so all of this is complete bullshit), it went with me to everywhere I was.
Why do I always lose them?
He took me away from the real world, he hid me when I needed it the most, he was so much to me.
I love him.
And you have no idea how much I need him back.
I wonder if other people develop relationship with their wardrobe.
I think that some shopaholics do, because (imagine me faking a girly-hoe voice) that shirt totally begged me to buy it! and I know that not every shopaholic is like that, but I'm just doing it to show you to what kind of person I think about when I think about "shopaholism".
I got some article to translate to you.
To be accurate, the comments.
It's about depression, it's another inner-view into the mentally-ill world.
Why won't they just... I don't know... Do something with this Israeli shofoony (I have actually no idea how to translate it, or from where it came) culture's nosiness, or just plain nosiness that the humans are so great at demonstrating.
I really need to name it under one category and then sub-categorize it, so those people will be in parts.
Well, it's a celebrity, I think he was an actor, and he's in a band, and a comedian, I think.
Well, I have no idea, it took me a while to recognize him, and then I had to google him and check in which place I saw him.
He was some vampire in Split.
I know this show, I spent a month watching it over and over.
I can't stand this show now.
I overdosed in some television.
I have troubles with dealing with stupid triangle relationships, that's why I'm book shaming obvious books, like fat shaming, or thin shaming.
Or anything that might lead for shaming others.
Before the article with the comment/rant about that this person (the celebrity) have no idea what's depression, because the commenter suffered that, and you probably know.
I think I'm not going to publish it.
It's too serious, and I don't want to ruin my happiness.
...
Do you remember my sim?
Alejandro?
Well, my awesome simmer is rich.
He got around 70,000 money units.
I made him to catch a ton of roaches and simple bugs, and then I made him to put on them the radiation test, after a while, they became plasma bugs, that if you donate them to the lab, their price varies from 4,200-4,800 which is great!
And his job gets him around 1300 each day, and now thanks to his new collector from the rewards thingy, it'll be twice as easy to make him get seeds so he'll get to the highest rank in his job (he's now at 7! or higher...) because he needs gardening.
He's lifetime wish is to master the science skill (I can't wait for the dna option!) and to get to rank 10 in business/medical/science careers!
It's awesome!
And he got plenty of sim-days.
Soon I'll find him a lady, and I'll design his house for bigger life, and I'll have a child.
I'm not sure I'm going to put him in easy life option, because it's nicer to make him work for his stuff.
Meanwhile, look at what I did!
I like it.
I want to work on her facial expression and hair, I think I'm going to take this thing on the top of her hair off, and close her mouth.
I really like how I shaded her body!
The right arm (the one that's closer to us) looks weird, I'm going to fix her elbow.
Liked it?
The colored one is probably my template.
I like it.
Okay, I think I'm going to redraw something.
Sounds weird, I know, but I want to check if I made progress.
I know I did.
I saw my recent ones and my old ones.
The old in Sai and in artrage!
I'm boiling in here!
Why bangs must be so hot?!
I feel like I'm on fucking fire.
I hate hair.
So useless, stupid, annoying.
I'll never understand why people want it so much.
The moment it'll be long enough, I'm cutting it again.
Stupid hair.
Uncomfortable...
I'm starting, and I'm going to continue tomorrow.
Goodnight people.
Tomorrow is a preparation full of movie loading and checking because tomorrow depressing shit starts.
I think that I lost some fat, because I motives it just now, and I'll probably say that I was hallucating because I won't be able to see it later, it always happens.
It hurts, but it's worth it.
I'm reading some stories about purging, just to scare me.
I like my dental health.
I like the most that even with barely brushing, the dentist says that my teeth are better than my sister's.
I guess it's easier to get why you want when you don't try.
The only reason that I know how to make myself vomit, is that in extreme situations, where I'll swallow something that I'll regret about, I'll be able to take it back out.
Bulimic purging tricks are for me as a part of a guide for surviving.
My brother I crying outside the toilet, he doesn't want something.
He's crying and he probably screamed before, because I can hear his voice, raspy.
I'm twenty minutes in this stupid room.
Well, I need to get dressed up.
At least something came out.
...
I'm outside, I'm going to rant soon about the problem with the youth in this city (and maybe some of the country, thanks to some recent news), but first, I'm on my third day of weight 48!
It sucks!
I want to be less than that, or at least appear less than that.
I want hipbones or thigh gap, I would say ribcage, but my main problem is with my legs.
Okay, before the rant, I'm right now standing in front of a girl that used to be my friend, remember Yael?
Not my curly energy-bomb friend.
The one who was in kindergarten with me, and now she's a friend of Yali?
Well, two questions.
First, how long will it take her to develop a morbid admiration towards mental illness, and how long will it take her to become like me when it comes to this.
Secondly, why do I call her fat when I'm thousand times more disgusting.
It's like I never saw my fatfatfat knees!
Well, in order to less hate myself and focus about others, may the rant begin!
I got a lot of problems with the new "skaters" in the city, I'm not a skater, because I actually suck, but I have problems with them, because navigating and moving with a fuckung carver is not skating.
Carvers are not skating.
Skateboards is skating.
But it was one thing if it was only that, but they form themselves in gangs.
The gang can be from three kids to twenty.
I saw it.
They all look like the usual, the ars (the Israeli low-lives in case you forgot) culture.
With their overly bleached hair for the Purim days.
With their usual hairstyle that I hate, it's is not pretty, it never was, and you should stop wearing it.
I'm pissed off this stupid culture.
All they need is a knife or a sharp tool, a beer bottle and a fat girlfriend whose wearing a crop top and a belly button ring.
I fucking hate them and people like them should be stabbed to death.
Not the actually good and nice people that they stab.
I'm tired of hearing about fathers who get stabbed and die from the bleeding after telling teenagers to be quiet because his two year/month old daughter wants to sleep.
I don't want them in this world.
Tiberias is overflowing with them.
And their girlfriends.
Ew.
They hear the worst music in my opinion.
Why worst?
The singer actually had an orgy.
With his father and couple of sixteen year olds.
And he could to pass the year, quietly, so the shame will fade away, but no.
He continued to make trouble, he's an asshole.
But their girlfriends also got comments that are so stupid.
The people in their culture are known for how stupid they are.
If they aren't actually that stupid, they'll make themselves to appear dumb.
I tried to do it.
I failed miserably.
They hate people who are polite, or truthful, or the people that hate Eyal Golan (the person I mentioned before).
But seriously, they are ruining this place.
They absolutely hate anybody who speaks Arabic, or that he's a Muslim.
They are the ones that I would love to kill.
Their existence isn't important enough.
...
Don't ask me why, but I got to mpa by accident on my non-incognito, now I'm in some lifestyle teenager shit.
My favorite news of the day included one, he attended a "nature party" which is a code name for a party in the woods away from where the authorities can reach us while we do drugs, have a massive orgy, and drink as much as we can contain.
One guy, he got so drunk that he fell into a large pile of cows' shit.
Now if that isn't enough, he didn't want to leave there, he resisted the firemen's help and insisted on staying.
This is why you shouldn't attend a nature party. Or parties at all. You might get an alcohol poisoning (happened before to many teens), or get raped on the floor (like that happened before), or I don't even want to know what. .... I'm tired of all of those stupid girly-girls of the cp fandom. It's fangirling but in the worst kind of way. It's like scene kids. Oh... Scene kids. But the stupid ones. There are some good ones, rarely, but they exist. Why can't they just... I don't know... Grow their brain and act as intellectual as they can be, it's not called growing, it's called saving us form your stupid damn existence, look at what we got from generation Y, and form the early generation Z guys.
We are absolutely screwed.
Here's the link that acted as the straw that broke the camel's back.
http://www.quotev.com/quiz/4741209/Which-of-my-girl-Cps-are-you/
CAN YOU JUST STOP?!
Everybody thinks that creepypasta is actually the cute boys and shit.
Can you stop for a moment?
A maybe I should.
But I wouldn't.
I like to make people understand how ridiculous their behaviour is.
I took another one of clique shit.
In music I picked whatever that is good.
And it's true.
Whatever I feel like.
Reggae, Alternative, Rock, Indie Rock, Hip-Hop, Jazz, New Age, Classical, Punk.
That's only a half.
I hate those answers of "art" in the school subject questions.
Are you another stupid satanist like the ones I meet every now and then?
Or the teachers I had were the satanic ones?
They forced us drawing things.
WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO DRAW A FUCKING INDEPENDENCE DAY SHIT?!
WHAT IF I DON'T WANT TO DRAW ANOTHER HOLIDAY THEMED PIECE OF CRAP?!
DID YOU THINK ABOUT THAT?!
What if I want to draw a damn hand? What if I want to write in beautiful calligraphy handwriting?
What if I want to express myself without your judgemental eyes and you fucking stupid program.
I don't want to learn the base colors.
I got nerd. You are a nerd. You love video games and anime. You wear glasses and have your own unique style. Drawing may also appeal to you and you study and get good grades.
I love to play those simple video games, like Sims, or Pokemon Ruby, or COD: Ghosts, and sometimes the zombies one.
Anime, well, rarely, I still need to finish my Pokemon promise, and my Angel's Friend moment of nostalgia, and I want to finish Dark Shadows, I found only the first 20 minutes.
It's a movie about a vampire, that was buried alive, and around five hundred years later, he comes out, and now it's the seventies, and he joins the future generations of his family.
It looked hilarious on the trailer that some journalist put in with the other movies of Johnny Depp that "sucked".
The said that The Lone Ranger sucked.
When I saw that, I understood that what they say is probably the opposite of what I think, so why won't I watch that, it's my style anyways.
...
So that what happens when you're pushed by your mortal enemy that makes your blood boil each time you see/hear them, and when you're loyal to your true friends, you are considered to be: Emo kids kinda?!?...you like to stay under the radar but sometimes you have a few arguments with a few of the popular kids or the semi-popular kids you hate going to school and will make up any excuse to leave early but deep inside your sweet as hell.your tough on the outside your probably just looking for a true friend nd don't exactly know where you stand in life you would probably hang out with the emo kids!quotev.com/story/3416596/The-Deadly-Path-To-Her-Heart/ <<<please read my story guys,pretty please with a cherry on top /.\
"Kinda".
That saved it.
I don't enjoy arguments, it's a stupid way to live by, if you feel something go all the way with it, arguments are quite stupid if you do them with people you despise.
I'm under-radar, it took me around eight months to get it, because I was so quiet, and nobody knew a thing about me.
Oh well, it's not that I do anyway.
I don't hate school, well, it is a waste of time, but there are a couple of people who I deem worthy to be considered my friends, and there are always those weird fucked up people that I enjoy to watch suffering/enjoying things, their reactions are always amusing, but my favorite school is Ram, there I can actually feel good, by the way I have something to tell about it.
I'm not sweet as hell, I'm sweet as honey.
This is a great pun, admit it.
I'm not tough on the outside, I'm a dark skinned girl outside who got an addiction to her white hoodie.
I found true friends, and I don't know where I stand in life, after all, isn't this what puberty about?
I don't want to read your story.
http://www.quotev.com/quiz/2964176/Can-You-Survive-My-School/
This is the link for this quiz.
Maybe you're in a better place than mine.
It's the picture I got with it.
You just ruined some Muslims' believes.
How the fuck are they going to get virgins?
And life doesn't fuck us all.
Life is dangerous, nobody came out of it alive!
http://www.quotev.com/quiz/4669549/Are-you-a-Wallflower-Jock-Nerd-or-Prep/
I wonder what I'll get.
Wallflower is probably my thing, but I usually get the last thing I expect.
I got wallflower.
Cute story.
Too bad it'll probably end with some cheesy love story.
I'm tired of quizzes.
Today, in ram our teacher gave us advices.
If I can even call them this way.
He told us about crazy things he done in his life.
He commented after each tale about what he imagines that we'll do with our new knowledge.
He assumed that I'd do the worst of them all.
Meaning.
Force others to do things, horrible things.
From stuffing hummus in their ears, to making people shove iron into the power sockets (the place where you plug in your charger's big end to the wall).
I just smiled and hated myself.
I guess I felt stressed.
I'm going to find Dark Shadows.
I must.
I will find them.
I got a basic googling skills, I'm supposed to find them.
...
Okay, I started to just read each topic that I find interesting in that weird survival guide for parents or something.
Hipsters:
They make a big effort to assemble a wardrobe that seems effortless. Guys and girls alike go for tight jeans, flannel shirts, Buddy Holly glasses and vintage clothing. They sport a cooler-than-thou, I-could-care-less attitude, and they try hard to be ironic at all costs.
In your day, they might have been called indies or the artsy crowd. Before that, they were hippies. Today, it's not so much "peace and love," but rather an appreciation of independent music and a taste for fringe movements that defines them.
Don't try to outdo hipsters at being hip. You might remind them that there's often a fine line between hip and smug. Dismissing others because they aren't up on the latest is simply, well, not cool.
Now, this is weird.
Ironic at all costs.
That describes me, just not in all costs.
I really enjoy to play ironic scenes that are realistic.
Like singing Fix You to a broken thing (I had one with Cancer, quite obvious what's my scene), or I don't know what.
I just have too many.
Mean Girls:
The 2004 movie "Mean Girls," starring Lindsay Lohan as a girl negotiating the jungles of teenage subcultures, put a new label on this type of teen.
High heels, short skirts -- whatever the latest fashion is, they're into it. They form exclusive cliques, and gossip is their native language. In your day, they might have been known as Valley Girls or Barbies.
Mean girls crave popularity, often because they feel insecure. Yet they have a hard time with genuine relationships. They cultivate "frenemies," which are girls they hang with but secretly hate. Even their BFFs (best friends forever) might be spurned tomorrow.
The name points toward what you should watch for. Petty gossiping is one thing, but real, verbal bullying can be destructive.
And on this point I am fully aware of how true it is.
High fashion and trends.
Popularity is their kind of drug.
Insecurity is written on their foreheads.
I wonder who hated me but hanged out with me for such a long time... Not.
I got kicked out of heaven by my BFF.
Or not much of a friend kind of friend.
Now the last one, is Emo kids.
I thought they had scenes, but those are what we (in Israel) call posers.
Because they always make poses, and they over-act anything.
The teen years can be an emotional roller coaster, and emo kids are the ones eager for another ride. Their emotions are reflected in their appearance: black clothing, streaked bangs,tattoos and piercings. They maintain a strict fashion sense while insisting on their individuality -- not an easy task.
The emo style has its roots in punk culture, which tended to be more rebellious, and goth, which was gloomier. All of the groups shared an angst that most of us can remember suffering at one time or another when we were teenagers.
The way emo kids speak their inner feelings might make them seem whiny, but that doesn't mean the emotions aren't heartfelt. Watch these kids for signs of depression or bipolar tendencies. They may also experiment with self-injury and cutting.
I'm not sure what's my opinion about it.
I never experienced things like that in Israel.
The most emotional person that I know is probably Yuval, the guy is deep.
And actually deep, not kiddy-pool "deep" like many bitches I know.
While reading this I noticed something that pisses me off.
My bangs are straight-ish while the rest of my hair is curly.
I just want to cry.
My phone!
Last night I plugged it with 60 something percent, now it's on 33!
I slept seven hours today, it's not my lowest, but I expected for eight!
That's what happens when you can't fall asleep easily and it takes you a stupid hour.
Did you know that in Galicia (that's the place where all the people of Galice wants to get) that's in Spain (they got some mystical stuff there, and not an airplane), they have a festival and one of the attractions is people carrying you in a coffin?
And the viking metal people, which I just finished.
But the bronies, that was cute, I have seen a lot of people that explain why they like it so much, and I kind of understand.
Anyway, here's the link http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x1lsuob_darren-mcmullen-s-outsiders-episode-1_lifestyle
It's a good program, I'll probably continue to watch it.
I got school today, so I'm going to enjoy some quality time at the toilet!
...
It's now Hebrew, we don't learn anything at all, so I just don't bother.
Why would I? I weighed myself this morning without a BM and I saw the usual number of 48, I got 100 in my geography, but I don't mind that, because I love any place that their money unit is a name or an actual word so I can joke about it, but I also got 77 in Hebrew, I kind of expected more.
I want to eat, well, not exactly, it comes on and off.
I'm on in mpa again. I guess you thought (you guess?) it took me five minutes to write this like in the last book I got in the immortals series "night star").
I guess you can tell that I'm back to business.
...
Right now I'm walking home from school, and I'm going to rant as my stomach occasionally reminds me what I've eaten today -nothing.
I'm going to rant about something that annoys me, because I'm an envious bully.
The topic: Skinny girls/guys on electric bicycle.
Now, if you have this trend in your homeland, you can easily understand why I'm so upset about it.
It feels to me like it's really that easy to be thin that they can do it without exercise and with a lot of eating.
It makes me feel like I just failed in what I do on my free time (which is looking on different threads in mpa) and it's just so unfair.
Today I'm visiting Helena.
I really want to get rid off of all those hairs, I think I'm going to do arms too.
And I'm going to wash my head today and find a way to make the curls stay curly and not weird and smooth and straight with a seventies curl in the end.
I just want to feel comfortable.
I'm walking home.
I don't have my bicycle with me today, tomorrow I'll have them for practice.
Okay, this is awkward.
But a solider female that walked in front of me is so thin!
I wonder what is her serving duty.
And how the hell is she so thin? Most of people gain weight in the army.
I hope that by the year I'll serve, I might get a pass because the religion freaks (new way to call people who treat Judaism so seriously, they are freaky to be honest) will join by the new law.
And finally then, the government of 2014 until 2018 (hopefully that nobody will be sent to prison of them, it happens all the time!) will do something for their fucking country.
This is a beginning of a rant, prepare.
Our government just went down with each year, if nobody -with the ability to do so- do anything about it, we'll have the economy of Greece.
Now it's a great time to hear about some history about an empire that fell over two thousand years ago, because their economy is in the trash (partly) because of all of the people that simply didn't pay taxes, and guess what? Just today I read in the news that ninety thousand NIS were illegaly taken by a religion freak! While in another place, so many people try hardest in their jobs and still barely end the month, he got almost a thousand for nothing (not that if it was legally it wasn't nothing, the Religous freaks are getting money for learning the bible!) per month!
This is just another reason why the country won't function if nobody will take an action.
Because what about the waves of migrants? People! You should at least try to help them!
You can't take them back to their homeland, because of two reasons, the first, you are basically murdering them, the other is that if you'd do so, the UN won't be pleased, and we had enough from the UN's judging.
We should work harder on helping them, because we got nothing else to do with them.
You know they'll stay, the fact that you can't stand it is your own problem, because it's their only place to be, and or you'll screw the next generations' lives because if you don't support now, they won't be able to do so later, and you just created a new problem while you could solve another one.
....
I can't find any good pages where I can judge things, and to Dvashify them.
I'm not as judging as wondering and being frustrated and turning things to be my way.
I found some quizzes by accident, and I can't find polyvore, and I'm not in the mood of re-reading everything on Wikihow (I'll be soon, not now).
For now I'm going to give you some screenshots!
Now, I assume that you can read this, if not it's question number seven in this link (http://www.quotev.com/quiz/4612397/Whats-your-Polyvore-Outfit/).
It's about what type of music.
Now, if they just give me more options and the ability to click multiple things and add them the points for each answer if I ticked or not (+5 hipster points for liking indie bands!) because the only one that doesn't hurt my ears or that I actually like and I always did, is Lady Gaga, or Mother Monster.
Yes I am a monster myself.
But I don't like Miley Cyrus or One Direction.
Both of them are really good at sticking in your brain the most depressing lyrics.
Let me explain you a song of One Direction: The fact that you're an insecure little bitch makes you pretty, I'm attracted to helpless teeanger girls.
That's sad, she's insecure and it's suddenly cute.
I talked about What Makes You Beautiful, I didn't bother to catch up much because I kind of stopped seeing those parodies or a long while, so I just didn't have a reason to do it.
Let's explain Miley Cyrus: I fell in hard in love with somebody that was too closed up inside and it just wrecked her.
Wrecking Ball, quite obvious.
Lady Gaga, I'm going to give an example from a quite old song (not from Artpop): God made me beautiful, it doesn't matter how you look, you're all perfect, and strong.
Now this is Born This Way, one of the better ones in my opinion, it's really good, and it's making you really faithful and "THE LORD IS THE BEST" kind of stuff if you're religious (whatever your religion is).
But for one minute, who shall I pick?
I understand it's by genres.
Now I'm not sure which one from the last three, indie rock is something I got, and umm metal sub-genres (DO NOT HIT ME IF YOU LOVE METAL! DO NOT MURDER ME IF YOU'RE A VIKING METALHEAD!) or something? Or the actual Classics.
I know what they all mean for the points in their system (I'm not part of your system! My dad is not a cellphone! -taken from Threw It On The Ground by The Lonely Island) which is quite obvious.
Indie is probably the hipster shit.
Metal can actually be a lot.
And old stuff, well, it can be hipster stuff too.
Or just me taking my dad's CDs, like I did.
Who won't put their hands on the really old beautiful art pieces that people my age would've missed, just for you to know, that preserving of the ones that people will go "What is that? Well, that sounds stupid..." is good, I'm doing the world a favor.
Thank me later after the porn-pop-pollution because of the stupid excuse of "sex sells" it doesn't.
Things that are liked by a group or an individual will gain success.
Music with depressing lyrics and upbeat and edgy tune sells, and you know it, actually depressing songs with slowish tune can work as well, ask Lana Del Ray.
But what should I answer?
I'm going for indie, I got no power for the other obvious results shit.
Last time I got emo instead of tomboy, I blame the fact that I picked my hair with the layered and short, but that is because it's TRUE.
It's short because I cut it all off, and because that if I don't layer it it goes in a weird wavy-straight poof instead of awesome curliness!
I got music is my life in it.
I AM NOT MUSIC GIRL.
I WISH YOU'D SWALLOW AN OLD OVERUSED CLARINET REED.
GO TO HELL.
I'm seriously hoping you'd go through a hard puberty.
It's a great insult.
Puberty is great, as long as you're in the side you want to be.
I'm in the amusing side of it, I laugh about them all, which is great, I'm not bored by their lives.
For me it's Biology.
FUCKING LOVE IT.
I like the sea creatures part!
Once we looked on the inside of a squid!
The vegetarian girl went outside, because of her we didn't cut a flatworm!
FLATWORMS CAN HAVE TWO HEADS.
Have you saw the enemy of spiderman? The lizard dude?
Well, he could've used flatworms, they are way cooler!
Fuck it, I'm indie scene?!
That was probably the easy to sort out.
Scene.
Emo.
Prep.
I'm going for prep, tired of the other options.
My answer for her answer is simply THE FUCK?!.
Take a look, it's going to take time.
http://www.quotev.com/quiz/2907108/Scene-Emo-or-Niether/
I thought I would get scene.
I EVEN PICKED SCENE CLOTHING OPTION.
I hated them all.
Do you hate me for how much I need my hoodie in white and that I wear black leggings because I'm obliged to do so?!
Sorry for hearing thunderstorm in my head each time I feel my thighs together when I'm walking, and have fun being the skinny/fat/obese bitch you are.
Go cut your pubes you arrogant bitch.
Funny.
music is key when it comes to labels. which of these do you prefer?
I picked Joy Division and The Smiths, I had/have them both.
I don't hear much the rest.
Actually I got Fun.
Or I think I got them.
Nope I don't, I just needed to clear lots of space.
But they are good.
Today I went to Fueled By Ramen's website (the things I do when I finish early my homework while being in the computer room...) and I saw fun on there, with plenty of bands that I love.
speaking about the devil, and here it fucking is.
I like the Mandarin phrase better, they insult a person named cao-cao.
What music do you listen to?
I just had to MCR songs in a row.
I don't find MCR screamo, but the last thing that I'd think about FOB (giggles in the background, that's how I call one girl that her name is Phoebe) as screamo.
In response to option 5.
"What do you mean by that you say you never heard about Bell Biv Devoe?! You don't know even The Fades?! WHAT?! You never heard about The Veragroove or The Virginmarys or Wake Owl?! No, Wake Owl aren't the ones who made Fireflies, Owl City made this song".
I actually gave you the bands that nobody from my area will know.
Hip Hop and R&B isn't something common, nor Reggae or Alternative or Rock from their kind, so I picked the specifically.
The rest they are supposed to hear about.
If I just mention Linkin Park or My Chemical Romance I can always explain by telling them that they are on the Tap Tap 4 base songs.
I always had them three, because I had a problem with my account.
I used to have so many on Tap Tap 3.
LMFAO, and Cascada, and what's their name, and what's her name.
I remember Blink 182 for sure, All The Small Things was one of the top ones in Hard or Extreme, I had Black Eyed Peas too.
I'M NOT INDIE OR HIPSTER.
Fuck you.
Hipster is for shitty bored young adult who want to pop out because they want to be unique.
Bitch please, stop reading your stupid poems with you smartass latte from anywhere but starbucks because it's mainstream, you are old, get a fucking job or at least be something, I don't want to hear about some meaningless words in a random order, shut your mouth, this is not a valid sentence.
Impress some guy with a beard wearing John Lennon sunglasses and a vest with their vegan steak or something, because tofu is fucking mainstream, and so is omnivorism, I'm so hipster, hashtag #nohipster.
In another quiz:
How did I just came Hipster?
Go and die from self-nflicted gashes from Choke.exe.
I like the fact that the maker wrote Si and parentheses it wrote yes.
It's a four page so I'll remind you about it.
Now I'm in some goth quiz (don't ask), and there was a sentence where you need to agree or disagree, about yourself writing dark poems.
Let me write you a hipster dark poem.
Dim lights, blackness, the monsters under my bed;
abandoned hotel, dark basements, the color of dread;
Now, I got nothing to go on with it.
It's not a sentence, sentences got ideas in it, this is a great grocery list, not a sentence.
I love grocery lists.
I want to read that depressing poem, with a my little pony....
WAIT.
IS EMO MY LITTLE PONY IS AN OC OF SOME BRONIE?!
PLEASE TELL ME IT'S REAL.
PLEASE TELL ME SOMEBODY COSPLAYED IT!
My worse grade is around C, and my best is an A+.
I'm pretty good.
My lowest is actually 72 in history.
That was random.
Let's get back to track!
A question: 63. do you sit in your room blast the music and write depressing stuff in your diary
This is kind of my diary, and I'm with Bullet For My Valentine on volume 22 in my headphones (out of 100, but I hear them good), and I'm telling you about today's everyday life, from song lyrics of the pop culture, to the economy in the middle east.
It's very depressing.
I wrote on the 4/5 option.
As it's basically what I'm doing, but I wouldn't put it out this way.
THAT PERSON WHO WROTE THIS QUIZ SHOULD LEARN HOW TO SPELL COOL.
THIS "KOOL" SHIT ANNOYS THE FUCK OUT OF ME!
OF COURSE I'M A NERD, I CAN'T STAND WRONG GRAMMAR IN MORE FORMAL PLACES.
This is my result:
geek
59%
Emo
34%
Goth
25%
Scene
19%
oldschooler
13%
Punk
6%
Gangsta
0%
prep
0%
skater
0%
I wonder who gave her (the nickname seems girly scene, and so is her writing style) the permission to live.
Back to the goth quiz! 16. "I walk a lonley road"
It all started in one guitar lesson, where I learned basic songs with a couple of simple chords.
Now I want to learn Horizons.
It seems insane to me.
Same with playing long pieces fast.
I'm like: "wait... what?".
Happened in Romance, The Most Evolved, and pretty much every pianist who performed in front of me. 40. Misery!!
WHICH ONE.
Misery as in where?
RUBY GLOOM?!
If so, I love her.
I love her family, and her Friday the thirteenth bootcamp. 52. National Geographic channel is more with my tastes than MTV.
Bronies, vikings, Christian festival with taking a ride in a coffin with four drunk men.
I forgot to copy it but there was a line "You have problems with the law".
YES I FUCKING DO.
PEOPLE SHOULD BE JUDGED FOR THEIR CRIMES AT ALL TIMES.
EVEN WHEN THEY ARE FUCKING TWELVE.
GO TO FUCKING HELL IF YOU THINK DIFFERENTLY.
Better yet, I'll torture you until you beg for mercy. 75. The world is out to screw me over!
Stop being such a bitch.
The universe does not revolve around you.
Grow up.
oner
88%
Normal
75%
Nerd
67%
Punk
38%
Goth
38%
Slut
33%
Freak
33%
Indie
29%
Preppy
29%
Chav / ghetto
29%
Jock
17%
Emo
13%
Skater
0%
DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING CHAV?!
GO FUCK YOURSELF.
Do I look like I'm into that?!
I'm not a slut!
HOW AM I POSSIBLY A SLUT?!
I don't like pastel goths, I think about a mixture between goths and pastel goths.
Though, sometimes it's more like a girly-girl or lolita-ish goth if I deeply think about it.
I picked the option of "before I was born" considering the fact that I'm in the spring of 2001.
In my birthday, people celebrated to big things, the titanic's sinking, and Abraham Lincoln's death.
I want a hug.
I'm bored.
Tomorrow it's Thursday.
All hail that mighty day.
It reminds me of something.
Goodnight, I'm going to click the pause button, and go to find something on TV and I'll probably watch something I already watched for thousands of times before.
The title is weird.
I wrote it now.
On 9:40.
By the way, my new bedtime is 10:00!
HOORAY FOR EXTRA THIRTY MINUTES!
Why do I have to write my hoorays with two O's?
That's weird.
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