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They weren't lying.
But, just let me ask you a question, may I?
Why the fuck can't you, umm, I don't know, put it in other places so I can go and grab everything in one cart?
.....
I wonder why all teens got that phase of "let's run away from home! Our life are dull and stale because we are through puberty, let's find an adventure in a radius of one kilometer from home, in case we'll be too scared!", come on, what the fuck do you think you are doing?
Am I the only one who planned it, but waits for the right time in order to prevent actions that I'll regret doing afterwards?
Like, come on! This is what? Five years out of your stupid long life?
That's nothing.
That's boring, and I'd rather you to stop doing so, you may reconsider your actions after understanding how silly and stupid it is.
As I've heard from a friend, Dabush, he and Yael once ran away from home (sepratley), and I'm still surprised.
Like, why the fuck would you do that? Your life is perfect.
So are mines, but actually, what the fuck?
Or maybe they're just in that can't tell between long trip outside home to a running away.
I'm glad I'm such a weird kid (my personality as I define it, you can't really describe it), it's magical.
I'm not kidding.
I don't have to just follow those fucking strict, disgusting, reapting, and depressing rules of the I'm a teenager sort of thing.
It's like a list full of unwritten rules, and I guess, unwritten doesn't exist to me.
It's proably just the after-effects of reading creepy pastas, and the fact that somebody promised to visit me once outside me window (ever since I had problems hearing Planetary), or the fact that I was shivering this afternoon.
Hmm, I wonder what can it be?
Oh well.
I got Bullet For My Valentine to hear.
I actually wasn't sure about buying their 2cd pack, why?
I heard only one song, and it was really long ago, and it was two CDs, but I bought it, I don't regret my actions.
I actually bought only one album out of the (counting on my fingers) five albums (I think) that I bought, that I knew before, and even than, not really.
It was Linkin Park.
Tthe rest was Avenged Sevenfold's Hail To The King, Black Sabbath's 13 (can't take my head off from Miryam's bathtub, fuck!), Bullet For My Valentine's Scream Aim Fire and The Poisin, and Linkin Park's Recharged.
You can tell that I basically had no idea what I was doing.
It happened when I looked for Lifesavers on Wikipedia.
And endlessly reading Panic! at the Disco's page for the conspiracies behind the name.
I stick with The Smith's.
Probably because they performed it once.
That's all I need.
I want to get into a mentally ill hospital.
Some people are worthing sharing.
You can already imagined the fuck ups by human laws.
Fucking hate human laws and morals.
It's boring and stupid.
By nature, if you do something bad for someone, fuck him, it's his problem.
By law, if you do something bad for someone, fuck you, it's your problem.
That's why I like nature.
Nature is good for people who like to not care about feelings.
These are useless anyway, right?
...
I don't want to surf tomorrow!
I want to sleep.
I want to have nightmares from Lucy and Louis (not a good one, but if you'd let me a piece of nothing, you can be sure it's something after it's done with me), and their satanic clown.
Or the college smart boy, with the crack.
Or, even The nightmare.
Or about The face.
Or about.... The Russian Sleeping Expriment.
Fun fact: http://trse.bandcamp.com/
There's a band named The Russian Sleeping Exmpirment.
You got a song in the home page.
Kind of cool, right?
Heh, funny.
Never noticed it, but not only that I got Green Day and Llinkin Park's shirts, I got pins, I forgot about them, I also got Evanescene's one.
I want to get my shirt and cd already!
Yes, yes indeed.
Fake Your Death.
It makes me think about that movie I got bored while watching.
About a nobody, faking his death and planning a funeral, to check what the other's will say about him.
I want a "Katara your pun failed" look.
I want to fall asleep.
And just not wake up.
And just when I will.
I'd be petite.
And I'd look gorgeous.
Or that everybody else will go through puberty.
I fucking hate those hormones.
They make me to lose it.
To actually think I got stuff which I don't.
And the only good thing about them is the fact that I can say "chemical imblances" all the time to describe it.
I don't want that my chemicals will be fixed.
It's not boring.
It's slightly more exicting than the man from the stone's creepypasta, with the blood using one, and the third trophy wife.
I'm going to cut my hair to short soon.
I'm excited about it.
Why?
Because I was always jealous of guys, with their massive amount of hair, but they got it just like girls, and it only looks bigger and thicker and better because it's not too long for the hair to go flatter.
A fucking fablous example of it, is Tomer, the dude got a really long blonde-ish hair, after he cut it to normal length for guys (meaning, justing bieber before the cut short, probably slightly shorter, never measured it), and suddenly from thin haired guy, it was like a ka-bam.
He kind of reminds me of Link.
But my most of knowledge comes from BEN, and from few Tumblrists.
I remember why I hate guests so fucking much.
They just enjoy to stay for over time.
I wasn't paid for paying you attention.
Right?
Die please.
I'm tired.
I want to be in bed.
I want to wonder what the fuck is wrong with my period.
I want to plan my meal.
I want to despise human beings.
Let me do those little things that bring me joy.
How the fuck am I supposed to do my pleasureful stuff.
Fuck, I just consumed stupid stuff and barely calorific enugh.
I want dinner, but it's to late.
....
I fucking hate teens, I blame only those psychotic psychologists who think that one degree and they solved every problem.
Dr Phil, the fucking dickhead.
And those from The World's Strictest Parents, and it's basically moving the boss from a one or two lazy fearing workers to a harsh more shitty ones.
S/He's the boss.
Well, I fucking hate humans too.
"Don't do that!" - Does that for the rest of the time person stays in.
They weren't lying.
But, just let me ask you a question, may I?
Why the fuck can't you, umm, I don't know, put it in other places so I can go and grab everything in one cart?
.....
I wonder why all teens got that phase of "let's run away from home! Our life are dull and stale because we are through puberty, let's find an adventure in a radius of one kilometer from home, in case we'll be too scared!", come on, what the fuck do you think you are doing?
Am I the only one who planned it, but waits for the right time in order to prevent actions that I'll regret doing afterwards?
Like, come on! This is what? Five years out of your stupid long life?
That's nothing.
That's boring, and I'd rather you to stop doing so, you may reconsider your actions after understanding how silly and stupid it is.
As I've heard from a friend, Dabush, he and Yael once ran away from home (sepratley), and I'm still surprised.
Like, why the fuck would you do that? Your life is perfect.
So are mines, but actually, what the fuck?
Or maybe they're just in that can't tell between long trip outside home to a running away.
I'm glad I'm such a weird kid (my personality as I define it, you can't really describe it), it's magical.
I'm not kidding.
I don't have to just follow those fucking strict, disgusting, reapting, and depressing rules of the I'm a teenager sort of thing.
It's like a list full of unwritten rules, and I guess, unwritten doesn't exist to me.
It's proably just the after-effects of reading creepy pastas, and the fact that somebody promised to visit me once outside me window (ever since I had problems hearing Planetary), or the fact that I was shivering this afternoon.
Hmm, I wonder what can it be?
Oh well.
I got Bullet For My Valentine to hear.
I actually wasn't sure about buying their 2cd pack, why?
I heard only one song, and it was really long ago, and it was two CDs, but I bought it, I don't regret my actions.
I actually bought only one album out of the (counting on my fingers) five albums (I think) that I bought, that I knew before, and even than, not really.
It was Linkin Park.
Tthe rest was Avenged Sevenfold's Hail To The King, Black Sabbath's 13 (can't take my head off from Miryam's bathtub, fuck!), Bullet For My Valentine's Scream Aim Fire and The Poisin, and Linkin Park's Recharged.
You can tell that I basically had no idea what I was doing.
It happened when I looked for Lifesavers on Wikipedia.
And endlessly reading Panic! at the Disco's page for the conspiracies behind the name.
I stick with The Smith's.
Probably because they performed it once.
That's all I need.
I want to get into a mentally ill hospital.
Some people are worthing sharing.
You can already imagined the fuck ups by human laws.
Fucking hate human laws and morals.
It's boring and stupid.
By nature, if you do something bad for someone, fuck him, it's his problem.
By law, if you do something bad for someone, fuck you, it's your problem.
That's why I like nature.
Nature is good for people who like to not care about feelings.
These are useless anyway, right?
...
I don't want to surf tomorrow!
I want to sleep.
I want to have nightmares from Lucy and Louis (not a good one, but if you'd let me a piece of nothing, you can be sure it's something after it's done with me), and their satanic clown.
Or the college smart boy, with the crack.
Or, even The nightmare.
Or about The face.
Or about.... The Russian Sleeping Expriment.
Fun fact: http://trse.bandcamp.com/
There's a band named The Russian Sleeping Exmpirment.
You got a song in the home page.
Kind of cool, right?
Heh, funny.
Never noticed it, but not only that I got Green Day and Llinkin Park's shirts, I got pins, I forgot about them, I also got Evanescene's one.
I want to get my shirt and cd already!
Yes, yes indeed.
Fake Your Death.
It makes me think about that movie I got bored while watching.
About a nobody, faking his death and planning a funeral, to check what the other's will say about him.
I want a "Katara your pun failed" look.
I want to fall asleep.
And just not wake up.
And just when I will.
I'd be petite.
And I'd look gorgeous.
Or that everybody else will go through puberty.
I fucking hate those hormones.
They make me to lose it.
To actually think I got stuff which I don't.
And the only good thing about them is the fact that I can say "chemical imblances" all the time to describe it.
I don't want that my chemicals will be fixed.
It's not boring.
It's slightly more exicting than the man from the stone's creepypasta, with the blood using one, and the third trophy wife.
I'm going to cut my hair to short soon.
I'm excited about it.
Why?
Because I was always jealous of guys, with their massive amount of hair, but they got it just like girls, and it only looks bigger and thicker and better because it's not too long for the hair to go flatter.
A fucking fablous example of it, is Tomer, the dude got a really long blonde-ish hair, after he cut it to normal length for guys (meaning, justing bieber before the cut short, probably slightly shorter, never measured it), and suddenly from thin haired guy, it was like a ka-bam.
He kind of reminds me of Link.
But my most of knowledge comes from BEN, and from few Tumblrists.
I remember why I hate guests so fucking much.
They just enjoy to stay for over time.
I wasn't paid for paying you attention.
Right?
Die please.
I'm tired.
I want to be in bed.
I want to wonder what the fuck is wrong with my period.
I want to plan my meal.
I want to despise human beings.
Let me do those little things that bring me joy.
How the fuck am I supposed to do my pleasureful stuff.
Fuck, I just consumed stupid stuff and barely calorific enugh.
I want dinner, but it's to late.
....
I fucking hate teens, I blame only those psychotic psychologists who think that one degree and they solved every problem.
Dr Phil, the fucking dickhead.
And those from The World's Strictest Parents, and it's basically moving the boss from a one or two lazy fearing workers to a harsh more shitty ones.
S/He's the boss.
Well, I fucking hate humans too.
"Don't do that!" - Does that for the rest of the time person stays in.
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