Okay, that's, umm... Okay?
Goth family on Wife Swap US (1 of 2).
I don't mind going into cemeteries, but I haven't seen so far that they said that they teach the kids that celebrating life is a legitimate idea to think about in there.
Well, being a gothic person doesn't mean that you necessarily have to go there, and simply don't speak about it. It's kind of disrespecting, because somebody might be there, trying to get intimate with his dead person, that it used to love, and you, you're having a nice and happy picnic fun, for another person, it just destroys everything.
Okay, well, few stuff.
I can't a lot of things about them.
Being a bully to your children is not acceptable, you're fucking immature, and people like them shouldn't be parents with this parenting, and I can give you other options to be supportive.
And the other ones aren't all perfect, don't you ever listen to your kids, Alec (that's his name? I'm not sure) wants to try something, currently it's just sad, and you're raising children, that will be so much different than you, as always, parents raise the complete opposite children.
I'm going to proof it in a couple of years, with other people.
I don't enjoy that stuff.
Actually, Alec reminds me of somebody!
Tomer! A guy from Ram, wow, last year, he had a very long and beautiful hair, longer than Alec, and it had more highlights, and he cut it off, no he got a hairstyle that slightly reminds me of The Beatles, and it's really gorgeous, it fits him so well, so did the long one, but I don't know, this year he got so much happier, and less tired, and it's beautiful.
His newfound positivity that's showing and radiating happiness everywhere, not the hair.
Well, both families lack creativity, and has no acceptance in their blood, that's awful.
Want creativity? Have some acceptance for a start, because right now? You're making more harm than good.
....
Okay, I simply did NOT see it coming!
10 MIND-BLOWING Video Game Theories! From Matthew Santoro, and fuck, number 9.
NUMBER FUCKING NINE.
MAJORA'S MASK.
M A J O R A ' S M A S K .
Maybe because that it was my first CP to read, maybe it's just because that it reminds me of some spookier version of Code Lyoko, but from any reason that it might be, it's freaky.
.....
You're quite awful for a girl that would be thirteen in one day.
I understand that my niceness is a pretty nice surface to step on, but come on, and people wonder why I try to isolate myself.
Those traitors.
How am I supposed to think that what you say is true when all you tell are lies? Telling me all those hollow compliments, and all you truly want, is to dominate me.
Well, I'm not your fukcing bitch, even though that you recently named me a bitch.
Where is she, when I need her the most?!
Why did she left me?!
Why do I always bring the worst to me? What is that even called?
I don't want this to happen, it's not even masochism, is it some subconscious sadism, with my helpless attempts to aim it on me, so I won't hurt others?
I feel hollow when I'm alone, why? Well, the beautiful illusionary bubble pops and my mask is invisible, and suddenly, I understand how pathetic I am, trying to fill the piece you took away from me, with friends, and avoid all the mistakes that I've done with you, because you'd never return to me, would you?
I suddenly became a good listener, after I learned how to be one, and understood, that all the time, you needed one.
I suddenly had a friend who sings beautifully, but ashamed in it's voice, and wants to have the voice of someone that's close to it.
I suddenly started to find people, who have a small piece that reminds me of you.
Every single thing about you.
From the beginning of being dragged by people who'd harm you, to the end, where your mental health is in such a big risk that people drugged you to numbness before you'd hurt yourself.
I have those friends who are you.
But something is always missing, and I guess that you know that... It's you.
I feel empty, so fucking empty without you, that I don't think that I'd never let go.
I just need you that badly, because, guess fucking what? With all of your downsides, and stories, you were the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.
I hate myself right now, I made you leave, and now because of my personality, she hurt us, bad, and destroyed you.
And I wish that it was all her fault, it might've made it easier to me, but it's not this way.
And I know that it's mine.
From the beginning it was me, wasn't it?
I should die, I don't deserve life if that's what I do in them, cause another to want to end them...
I'm now unable to be normal, I'm now some sort of a freaky mixture of myself, not that good tomboy, or that bitchy girly girl, or that strange mood swinging girl who blushed three times at that phase, for the first time in her life.
I want to stop it all.
Now I'm nothing and everything all at once, and it's frustrating.
I hope it's just puberty, not a permanent fuck-up.
I can't live with hurting things badly, without meaning to do it.
Before I continue, and before my next wave of emotions, a funny thing, to ease and enlighten the mood, on Thursday, at the practice, I noticed Daniel's shirt, it seemed like a more colorful and childish version of the famous The Dark Side of the Moon's cover, the album of Pink Floyd, surprised, I asked her if she listens to Pink Floyd, she seemed baffled and looked at me and said "No." now, what should I say?
People these days, amaze me.
Like that album is one of the most famous ones on 2014, just as the phases of the moon shirts, and The Hunger Games quotes, and hipsters, and people, it's quite awful to wear something that you don't know it's meaning.
Right now, it explains why I wear only 3 types of shirts, school shirts, band-shirts, and plain colored shirts.
That's it.
Back to mood, well, I don't know what to do.
I caused you to feel this way.
I deserve any punishment, even an eternity of your hatred on me.
But please, just once, tell me everything.
Anything you can tell me, I need it, after all, even if you'd stay that you hate me, wholeheartedly, it'd hurt less than being ignored by you.
I don't know what to say, I can not feel, nor think about it anymore, I don't know why.
I guess that it's better this way
I can't do anything anymore....
.........
Okay, I drew two things that I was proud of, one isn't finished, the other is, I don't know if I'd publish or not, but for now I watch a video named Ukraine got Talent - strip dance. incredible performance.
In Israel, a stereotype about Russians and Ukrainians is that the females are very slutty/sensual or that they're just whores.
Not true, obviously, teenage girls are whoring themselves, it works pretty good for them, I'm not against it, as you know for a while.
I assume that if I could start, then, for me, it'd be more of a high-class prostitute, I have standards.
I guess it's over.
Goth family on Wife Swap US (1 of 2).
I don't mind going into cemeteries, but I haven't seen so far that they said that they teach the kids that celebrating life is a legitimate idea to think about in there.
Well, being a gothic person doesn't mean that you necessarily have to go there, and simply don't speak about it. It's kind of disrespecting, because somebody might be there, trying to get intimate with his dead person, that it used to love, and you, you're having a nice and happy picnic fun, for another person, it just destroys everything.
Okay, well, few stuff.
I can't a lot of things about them.
Being a bully to your children is not acceptable, you're fucking immature, and people like them shouldn't be parents with this parenting, and I can give you other options to be supportive.
And the other ones aren't all perfect, don't you ever listen to your kids, Alec (that's his name? I'm not sure) wants to try something, currently it's just sad, and you're raising children, that will be so much different than you, as always, parents raise the complete opposite children.
I'm going to proof it in a couple of years, with other people.
I don't enjoy that stuff.
Actually, Alec reminds me of somebody!
Tomer! A guy from Ram, wow, last year, he had a very long and beautiful hair, longer than Alec, and it had more highlights, and he cut it off, no he got a hairstyle that slightly reminds me of The Beatles, and it's really gorgeous, it fits him so well, so did the long one, but I don't know, this year he got so much happier, and less tired, and it's beautiful.
His newfound positivity that's showing and radiating happiness everywhere, not the hair.
Well, both families lack creativity, and has no acceptance in their blood, that's awful.
Want creativity? Have some acceptance for a start, because right now? You're making more harm than good.
....
Okay, I simply did NOT see it coming!
10 MIND-BLOWING Video Game Theories! From Matthew Santoro, and fuck, number 9.
NUMBER FUCKING NINE.
MAJORA'S MASK.
M A J O R A ' S M A S K .
Maybe because that it was my first CP to read, maybe it's just because that it reminds me of some spookier version of Code Lyoko, but from any reason that it might be, it's freaky.
.....
You're quite awful for a girl that would be thirteen in one day.
I understand that my niceness is a pretty nice surface to step on, but come on, and people wonder why I try to isolate myself.
Those traitors.
How am I supposed to think that what you say is true when all you tell are lies? Telling me all those hollow compliments, and all you truly want, is to dominate me.
Well, I'm not your fukcing bitch, even though that you recently named me a bitch.
Where is she, when I need her the most?!
Why did she left me?!
Why do I always bring the worst to me? What is that even called?
I don't want this to happen, it's not even masochism, is it some subconscious sadism, with my helpless attempts to aim it on me, so I won't hurt others?
I feel hollow when I'm alone, why? Well, the beautiful illusionary bubble pops and my mask is invisible, and suddenly, I understand how pathetic I am, trying to fill the piece you took away from me, with friends, and avoid all the mistakes that I've done with you, because you'd never return to me, would you?
I suddenly became a good listener, after I learned how to be one, and understood, that all the time, you needed one.
I suddenly had a friend who sings beautifully, but ashamed in it's voice, and wants to have the voice of someone that's close to it.
I suddenly started to find people, who have a small piece that reminds me of you.
Every single thing about you.
From the beginning of being dragged by people who'd harm you, to the end, where your mental health is in such a big risk that people drugged you to numbness before you'd hurt yourself.
I have those friends who are you.
But something is always missing, and I guess that you know that... It's you.
I feel empty, so fucking empty without you, that I don't think that I'd never let go.
I just need you that badly, because, guess fucking what? With all of your downsides, and stories, you were the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.
I hate myself right now, I made you leave, and now because of my personality, she hurt us, bad, and destroyed you.
And I wish that it was all her fault, it might've made it easier to me, but it's not this way.
And I know that it's mine.
From the beginning it was me, wasn't it?
I should die, I don't deserve life if that's what I do in them, cause another to want to end them...
I'm now unable to be normal, I'm now some sort of a freaky mixture of myself, not that good tomboy, or that bitchy girly girl, or that strange mood swinging girl who blushed three times at that phase, for the first time in her life.
I want to stop it all.
Now I'm nothing and everything all at once, and it's frustrating.
I hope it's just puberty, not a permanent fuck-up.
I can't live with hurting things badly, without meaning to do it.
Before I continue, and before my next wave of emotions, a funny thing, to ease and enlighten the mood, on Thursday, at the practice, I noticed Daniel's shirt, it seemed like a more colorful and childish version of the famous The Dark Side of the Moon's cover, the album of Pink Floyd, surprised, I asked her if she listens to Pink Floyd, she seemed baffled and looked at me and said "No." now, what should I say?
People these days, amaze me.
Like that album is one of the most famous ones on 2014, just as the phases of the moon shirts, and The Hunger Games quotes, and hipsters, and people, it's quite awful to wear something that you don't know it's meaning.
Right now, it explains why I wear only 3 types of shirts, school shirts, band-shirts, and plain colored shirts.
That's it.
Back to mood, well, I don't know what to do.
I caused you to feel this way.
I deserve any punishment, even an eternity of your hatred on me.
But please, just once, tell me everything.
Anything you can tell me, I need it, after all, even if you'd stay that you hate me, wholeheartedly, it'd hurt less than being ignored by you.
I don't know what to say, I can not feel, nor think about it anymore, I don't know why.
I guess that it's better this way
I can't do anything anymore....
.........
Okay, I drew two things that I was proud of, one isn't finished, the other is, I don't know if I'd publish or not, but for now I watch a video named Ukraine got Talent - strip dance. incredible performance.
In Israel, a stereotype about Russians and Ukrainians is that the females are very slutty/sensual or that they're just whores.
Not true, obviously, teenage girls are whoring themselves, it works pretty good for them, I'm not against it, as you know for a while.
I assume that if I could start, then, for me, it'd be more of a high-class prostitute, I have standards.
I guess it's over.
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