SHORT AND EVEN A SHORTER GOODBYE!

I want it all to come out.

I fucking hate BM's. 

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. 

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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.

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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!


Good night everybody, see you somewhen!