Poison: So who is Jesus?

Okay, I'm not trying to have a BM.

I really want to weigh myself now.

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'm going to kill them.

It's all or nothing in my opinion.

I'm going to...

Put them in a ponytail!

I did it.

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