Second Time.

I'm tired of life.
Maybe I'm just not worthy enough to live.
I'll just waste time until something will happen.
Thinking about it, nothing happens after all.
What do you do with your life?
You just stand there, and time passes by.
People move, people talk, people take actions.
And what are we doing?
Nothing?
We're just puppets after all, aren't we?
Life is not worthless.
It's less than that.

I am nothing in this world.
I'm a little girl from a city that owns over twenty thousand lives.
And this city is just another part in Israel, that owns eight million lives.
In this shitty world that owns 7 billion people.
So what am I?
A number?
Why don't you just give up?

Why are you delaying your death?
To not hurt?
What does it matter,we'll be dead by then.
Just to what?
To proof them that you won't be like the rest?
Wow, how rebellious of you, doing what many other people do.
That's stupid.
I'm not kidding, you're stupid for thinking so.
You bore me, and we both hate you, so why does that matter?

....

I fucking hate those conversations that I love to write, it kinds of "clearing" the mixed thoughts and emotions.
But why does that matter?
Everything is one anyway.

Okay, I'm sorry, it's just the stupid movie that's affecting me now.
I want to watch it again.
I want to watch something alike, just as good, but there isn't one.

...

I went to the barber shop, they said mine too short and it'll be ugly.
In the way out, I wrapped my fingers around my left wrist, trying to get to the highest part where my fingers are still touching each other, why? Because I shouldn't want to harm myself where beauty exists, am I?
I guess I'll watch the movie again.
Until I'll feel sick.

I'm just losing hope.
Why does everyone must comment about anything.
Hold your needs, please.
You have no idea.
Don't call anybody, anything, don't speak, unless you are sure you know what you're doing, if you won't, you'll cause harm.

That's so weird.
Most of the people in this movie got black or dark brown hair, there are few of others, but mostly dark.
How weird.

Okay, I'm starting this mood again, I love it, it kind of relives me from the distraction of the unexplainable sadness afterwards, ...
I wanted to write something, but something stopped me.
I don't know how to explain it, I could see but not react, I don't know, I just stopped breathing, and froze.
I have no idea what does it mean, but it kind of scares me.

...

I asked my mother to cut it for me, I decided that two high fashioned hair dressers won't bum me.
It's not that I'm doing anything anyway.
She said t'll look ridiculous.
I just went to my room, feeling that I'm about to cry, and scratching my wrist.
I'm tired of it.
Everybody got something to say.
Fuck it, I'm cutting it.
It's or my hair or my wrist.

....

I cut it.
It came out longer than I thought it will come.
It's almost shoulder length.
It's not as bad.
It's just weird...

...

I can't believe I'm actually watching this movie again.

Oh, it's so weird.
Each time I watch it, I feel good, calm, whole.
After it's over, all of the good, sedative feeling, is gone.
And I am gone, I feel depressed for a couple of days.

...

That's tragic.
The ending.
Some part of it was new, but not so new.
Thanks to Wikipedia, I know that they got divorced.
It usually happens to a couple after a child dies.
Happens a lot after a baby's death.

...

I want a fringe, like a mini scene guy.
When the hair is free, and everything is in the back, it's just, puffs up.
When some in the front, it looks better.
I designed where I'm going to bleach it and dye it in weird color this summer if I'll be allowed to do so.
And I added another thin layer, above the normal one, which won't be dyed.
I like it.
Well, I'm going to continue my weird fanart to Maria.
I personally don't like her art, but it just makes me feel less shit about it...

I think it's pretty good.

Done.

I like it.
Maria, the twenty-nine house worker that died, beaten up from a man, was abused everyday by the men that lived in there house.

....

You know what I hate?
Names that are completely Israeli to me, and you think it's a really awesome human being, you go to check from where they are, and then, they are not from Israel.
What the actual fuck man?
I know that there was once a time where it was trendy to look for the Judaica anthropologie and Israel, but come fucking on!
I'm not going to call my son/daughter Sasha Miu-Miu just because I love russians and asians!
Okay, maybe the Sasha part I will, depends on how the child will look.
I'm not going to name a child Jumanji (it's a great movie) when he looks Zathura (the sequel), it's just evil.
It's awful.
Examples for names:
His dark haired, got tanned skin, and he looks nice, call him Oliver, make sure he'll be a chef, and dye his hair blonde.
Her hair is dark brown-burgundy, and quite dark skin, call her Lia, make sure she's happy, why won't you?
If she got pink hair and dreadlocks, scars on arms, and with a mask, break the baby's bones and set his dead body on fire.

....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMaRiP2cyl0
No, you are seriously stupid.
It says nightcore on the beginning.
Stop writing this "nightcore sucks" or "wtf is this shit" or you other bullshit.
Some people enjoy naming their chipmunk versions in other words.
Just kidding, some make it very chipmunky (like in this specific video), but some make it sound awesome.
Example.
Linkin Park everything.
EVERYTHING.

I enjoy some songs in nightcore more.

...

I wonder if they got Rat a Tat Cat! online as a game.
I hate this game, it's just too easy to win.

There's Taki everywhere.
Another game that I like is Pinocchio, I'm not sure if it's the right name, but it starts with a deck of game cards, divided by two, and each person got a part, it's something that's like the game cheat, but just more professional, each time that you're caught lying, you need to take a nose enhancer card, and after there are no more cards, you check who got a longer nose, the one with the shortest nose wins.


Okay, this child with traitors as parents can't whistle with his snakebites.

I find it funny.
Why?
There's one guy that can't whistle, so he says "whistle" instead, and once Barzam (I think that he and Elya just inject themselves something before school), just whistled and said "jealous".
I might find it funny because I'm tired enough.
Like, that once I laughed like crazy after that I thought about Thai field worker with smeared clown make up with a scythe in his hand trying to open our car door and murder us all, and then he got stuck at opening the door because it was locked.

Thanks to the epic TV show, Gravity Falls, I can't think when I see triangles with something inside them.
I'm just like:
BILL.

I just started to stretch, but then I saw this.

Somebody just probably sits at home, cracking up from my reaction.
It's not fair.
It's like showing a drug addict after his first day in rehab the biggest fix he'd like.
Same with alcohol addicts.
Same with  Rihanna seeing Chris Brown.

I remember this show!
My sister would watch it everyday, early in the morning, after that this mermaid one ended.
Thinking about it, Ky and Cassia's story is the same story of the heroes of this show.
Seriously, it's identical.


I just looked for Angel's Friend Cartoon Cosplay.
And then this mighty god came.
Or devil, after all, his the bad side of the story in this cartoon.
It's Italian.
Sulfus and Raf.
I didn't remember Sulfus, and Raf definitely rings a bell.
Fuck, they had the same human, and there was one episode, they went to some weird place, and they kissed, and afterwards Sulfus went to be judged by the city's council.
Blame the male, why won't you.
I'm sorry, but seriously, it's everywhere.
Blame the man first.

Back to the story.
It adds to my list of Cartoons I need to watch again.
Pokemon will be a hard mission for summer.
But I'll watch Ruby Gloom, and Edgar and Ellen, and if I'll find, I'll watch Monster Allergy.
I loved them.

I just made noise, from sucking in air too loudly (it happens when I find something hilarious).
THE DEVILS GOT A BAND.
And the angels.
Their human was Andrew?
I'm sorry, I'm so confused.

I'm going to choke on my laughter while I sleep...
It can be a nice creepypasta idea.


If you want nightmares, and like medical pastas, have fun reading The Alien Hand Syndrome.

Tomorrow I'm doing Teens 2#, and putting some Angel-Demon romance (OBVIOUSLY PUTTING TEENAGERS ON THE BACKGROUND WHILE WRITING), and I'll make fun off youth, and I'm likely to go to the market tomorrow, so maybe some haul thing.
Just that you'll photos and not me explaining stuff.