I need to die.
I won't ever live without the paralyzing fear from bugs, and it kills me a little all the time.
I won't ever be able to come out sane (insane as a person who's lost all of it's abilities, from burning it's own fucking brain-cells) from this place, until 18 I hope that I'd die, because for sure, that until than, nothing good will happen, until 21, I'd be an oiled warmachine, and with fried brain.
I won't ever be acceptable between the norm, as most of them has no idea what I'm talking about, and they are constantly surprised about existence of things, they'll glue their eyes, admirably to a shining screen with people who are deep as a kiddie-pool.
I won't ever be okay with all of that stuff, I can't cope with it.
I can't do that.
I can't stand it anymore.
Nothing good will come from this planet.
Everybody here is after the money, the beauty, and death, they adore death, if not, then somebody can explain me, why the hell do they inject chemicals into their skin? Or maybe drink a liquid until they can't act properly? Why do they jump towards the ground when they are hundred meters above it? Why do they do all of them?
No reason.
They just do.
And I'm not willing to stay this way, in here.
I'm better off dead.
So many are.
There are two options, to kill the self-destructive population, or the other one, that's is self-destructive as well, thanks to group No. 1.
Which one is better?
Maybe I should escape.
I know that I said that I'd do that when I'd be older, if at all, but I simply can't stand this life any longer.
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.....
Okay, I ate a lot of sugar, I'm in a rush, which is so good because I'm numb to anything but extreme happiness and creativity.
Wait, where are the barbie with daddy issues? And the 80's barbie girl? And where are the unicorn princess?
I can't find the blonde barbie with the daddy issues, with her trip for France only to get a super puffy dress.
Super puffy pink dress.
WHAT.
I CAN'T GET IT?
Another "joy" delivered by Israel.
Just like an ISRAELI band whose videos are blocked in Israel.
They won't give me Teyana.
Why would they do that?
I want a girl inside a plastic box.
That's not white, or eight year old, or petite.
Just like a girl's costume when I was young.
If you want the episode list, there you go:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_My_Super_Sweet_16_episodes#Season_4
Oh, I remember them!
Those lovely twins from the very first episode, I remember that they donated all of the money for charity.
And Christy from season 8!
I remember her mostly because of the fact that her father is a something she was very proud of.
I love it.
One celebrator was Cee-Lo Green, and another was his ex-stepdaughter.
I found that amusing.
They could have reunite them and give him a heart attack.
I don't care that he's young.
....
Okay, now I don't know what to do, I planned watching a couple of my all-time favorites from Sweet Sixteen (and maybe hearing the really unknown artists' music, mostly the baggy-pants-wearers and the fedora-hatters) and then Suicide Room.
Now what?
I can't hear music without laughing (60 songs, by a band who popped out a cake).
.....
I'm checking about Israblog stuff, from some reason, the management group tries to kick out the good blogs, with humoristic posts, or empowering ones, and keep the shitty ones, that the last thing that they do, is to empower or funny.
I'm reading a blog of a girl with weight problems (over and she doesn't like it) that loves music.
In some way, she reminds me of a Yaheli (the girl from Ram).
I don't enjoy it.
In some way, I want to throw up, because so many emotions are making me sick.
I can't stand feelings, it always ends the worst way that exists.
But she upsets me, probably because she reminds me of myself on the pathetic days of Play It and Lime (remember the title?) when I was too deep into scene shit, and like hyper, and I was basically a girl that would be legitimately named "boredom".
I enjoy this weird phase of being under the spell of the option of not going to school, which I knew that sucked since the third grade, because the teachers simply didn't know how to make teaching fun.
Maybe also the students were a bunch of assholes that are trying to look cool.
And damn it, guess what she writes?
Starts with P ends with M (and S when plural).
I like to reference it to a wikia page in the CreepyPasta wiki, and it includes a pony that was probably created by a brony.
FUCKING POEMS.
She has grammar mistakes.
It's your native language you fucking moody bitch!
Sometimes, I wonder how stupid can you possibly be.
SOMEBODY.
I FOUND SOME GIRL THAT I CAN START TO LIKE.
I'm at this point.
"So I'm home, alone, in the dark (I'm so polish ;)) hearing the fourth albu, of MCR while I'm writing."
TWIN SISTER HELLO.
Polish jokes are in my blood, I just enjoy them too much.
I assumed that A7X is Avenged Sevenfold, but why the X?
You know what, I don't care.
Shortcuts are already pissing me off.
Except for when I'm using them because it is a long word, and it's very common in my blog.
She's a fangirl (hate that Englishifying they make in hebrew, it just sounds like poop) of Doctor Who, Sherlock, she likes A7X, and okay...
I thought she's normal, but she's more like me, on energy drinks, or euphorical moods of mid-watching Suicide Room.
IS SHE MY TWIN SISTER?
She was upset by the fact that Fall Out Boy isn't on Youtube already.
She likes The Princess Bride as well.
Everybody loves it.
In Ram, we had a thing of when somebody says "My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die" somebody else said "No, I am your father" and then somebody would say "No, I am your mother" and we'd gasp.
She's fourteen, a legal teenager.
She can't murder anybody, or bully them online (super-grumpy face, I can't believe that Yali got out of it alive, only because she's underaged! PRETEENS ARE EVIL), and her age sounds like "Want to die" In Chinese.
She wants to watch Death Note, Bleach, and Fairy Tale.
I LOVE YOU.
She was at the satanic mall I was at, and she's looking for Panic At The Disco and Fall Out Boy merchandise.
May I laugh?
Ha ha.
No such a thing.
All they have are tall thirteen year olds (or that I'm short) with Black Veil Brides shirts that has a small V neck and they are fitted (what the fuck is wrong with males these days?).
And yeah, a super dark store (Hollister is brighter), I feel like I need a flashlight for there, or night-vision goggles.
She writes with too many shortcuts, unreadable slang (mostly letter doubling, an example by me "Buuutttt Cheeeeks" buttcheeks) , and faces ( 0_0 ), and there is no break for paragraphs.
I have too many breaks for paragraphs.
She reads homestuck too.
I just viewed this blog (through my preview option on the post editing), I really like my background picture.
Well, I wanted to ask you something, that I'd never get an answer to, do you read my blog because you find it relatable?
Do you write a blog yourself? And if so, do you write it like I do, or like I did at the first post of Lime/Play It?
I really want an answer.
REALLY.
On the other bloggy side, I have a blog, with the poems and shit, named The Show Must Go On, which reminds me of the first posts in Poison, pathetic wanna (now I am more of a wanno) and a master-depressor fan, and stuff kind of a girl.
I really hated the beginning of the blog, but PoisonousSight is great.
I just can't expect normal things on Israblog, can I?
Well, it's time for hurting some feelings!
NAHAHAHA!
I got comfortable in my everything that I do beanbag zone, and I'm ready to insult?
I felt too mean for writing such a criticism for a blog that was just opened by an eleven year old who thinks she's cool and shit, and I just wrote that:
Well, welcome to the blogging world, I started my own blog at the fifth grade, eleven as well, you caught my attention, as I used to post like you on my very first posts, I’m going to keep an eye on you, have fun blogging.
I hope she knows English, because her Hebrew isn't that great as well, but if thinking about it, so many kids' grammar is poor.
Oh, I was checking up the tabs I opened (girl blogs and music blogs) and I just couldn't stop thinking about Courtney Love's vagina.
I had some time to burn today, so I watched something made by E! Channel.
I enjoyed that.... A lot.
http://www.gigwise.com/news/75038/courtney-love-to-lana-del-rey-nirvana-song-about-my-vagina
If you want to see it, then have fun.
All of the girl blogs are about eating disorders.
Wow, those girls belong to tumblr, I'm serious, they are like what? Sixteen? Tumblr, right now.
Another awful blog of a 9-11 year old (it's a new genre for blogs) that tries hard to be deep.
Dude, you are deep as a kiddie pool.
I want to cut this fucking sixteener open.
Too many "Not Okay" shit, you know, the tumblr that it's okay to not be okay, and that it's not the end before it's okay.
Let me tell you what.
THIS IS LIFE, NOT A CUTE MOVIE FROM DISNEY.
NO.
NOT AT FUCKING ALL.
Shut up, wear normal clothes, wash your hair, and LEAVE TUMBLR AND YOUR STUPID QUOTES.
The teeangers today!
Oh wait, he's gay too.
I actually think that too many of the bloggers there are absolutely useless.
They keep up their blog for like, a month or two (max) and then return their every once in a year.
I'm actively blogging for over two years.
It's not that hard when you want to talk to people and there are no listeners, and that you don't want to expose yourself because you don't trust people.
Well, I'm in the mood of the beginning of the post.
I want to die.
Oh well.
.....
Here comes another Saturday ending.
Maybe next week it'd be better.
For now, I may explore more death.
I won't ever live without the paralyzing fear from bugs, and it kills me a little all the time.
I won't ever be able to come out sane (insane as a person who's lost all of it's abilities, from burning it's own fucking brain-cells) from this place, until 18 I hope that I'd die, because for sure, that until than, nothing good will happen, until 21, I'd be an oiled warmachine, and with fried brain.
I won't ever be acceptable between the norm, as most of them has no idea what I'm talking about, and they are constantly surprised about existence of things, they'll glue their eyes, admirably to a shining screen with people who are deep as a kiddie-pool.
I won't ever be okay with all of that stuff, I can't cope with it.
I can't do that.
I can't stand it anymore.
Nothing good will come from this planet.
Everybody here is after the money, the beauty, and death, they adore death, if not, then somebody can explain me, why the hell do they inject chemicals into their skin? Or maybe drink a liquid until they can't act properly? Why do they jump towards the ground when they are hundred meters above it? Why do they do all of them?
No reason.
They just do.
And I'm not willing to stay this way, in here.
I'm better off dead.
So many are.
There are two options, to kill the self-destructive population, or the other one, that's is self-destructive as well, thanks to group No. 1.
Which one is better?
Maybe I should escape.
I know that I said that I'd do that when I'd be older, if at all, but I simply can't stand this life any longer.
.....
Okay, I ate a lot of sugar, I'm in a rush, which is so good because I'm numb to anything but extreme happiness and creativity.
Wait, where are the barbie with daddy issues? And the 80's barbie girl? And where are the unicorn princess?
I can't find the blonde barbie with the daddy issues, with her trip for France only to get a super puffy dress.
Super puffy pink dress.
WHAT.
I CAN'T GET IT?
Another "joy" delivered by Israel.
Just like an ISRAELI band whose videos are blocked in Israel.
They won't give me Teyana.
Why would they do that?
I want a girl inside a plastic box.
That's not white, or eight year old, or petite.
Just like a girl's costume when I was young.
If you want the episode list, there you go:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_My_Super_Sweet_16_episodes#Season_4
Oh, I remember them!
Those lovely twins from the very first episode, I remember that they donated all of the money for charity.
And Christy from season 8!
I remember her mostly because of the fact that her father is a something she was very proud of.
I love it.
One celebrator was Cee-Lo Green, and another was his ex-stepdaughter.
I found that amusing.
They could have reunite them and give him a heart attack.
I don't care that he's young.
....
Okay, now I don't know what to do, I planned watching a couple of my all-time favorites from Sweet Sixteen (and maybe hearing the really unknown artists' music, mostly the baggy-pants-wearers and the fedora-hatters) and then Suicide Room.
Now what?
I can't hear music without laughing (60 songs, by a band who popped out a cake).
.....
I'm checking about Israblog stuff, from some reason, the management group tries to kick out the good blogs, with humoristic posts, or empowering ones, and keep the shitty ones, that the last thing that they do, is to empower or funny.
I'm reading a blog of a girl with weight problems (over and she doesn't like it) that loves music.
In some way, she reminds me of a Yaheli (the girl from Ram).
I don't enjoy it.
In some way, I want to throw up, because so many emotions are making me sick.
I can't stand feelings, it always ends the worst way that exists.
But she upsets me, probably because she reminds me of myself on the pathetic days of Play It and Lime (remember the title?) when I was too deep into scene shit, and like hyper, and I was basically a girl that would be legitimately named "boredom".
I enjoy this weird phase of being under the spell of the option of not going to school, which I knew that sucked since the third grade, because the teachers simply didn't know how to make teaching fun.
Maybe also the students were a bunch of assholes that are trying to look cool.
And damn it, guess what she writes?
Starts with P ends with M (and S when plural).
I like to reference it to a wikia page in the CreepyPasta wiki, and it includes a pony that was probably created by a brony.
FUCKING POEMS.
She has grammar mistakes.
It's your native language you fucking moody bitch!
Sometimes, I wonder how stupid can you possibly be.
SOMEBODY.
I FOUND SOME GIRL THAT I CAN START TO LIKE.
I'm at this point.
"So I'm home, alone, in the dark (I'm so polish ;)) hearing the fourth albu, of MCR while I'm writing."
TWIN SISTER HELLO.
Polish jokes are in my blood, I just enjoy them too much.
I assumed that A7X is Avenged Sevenfold, but why the X?
You know what, I don't care.
Shortcuts are already pissing me off.
Except for when I'm using them because it is a long word, and it's very common in my blog.
She's a fangirl (hate that Englishifying they make in hebrew, it just sounds like poop) of Doctor Who, Sherlock, she likes A7X, and okay...
I thought she's normal, but she's more like me, on energy drinks, or euphorical moods of mid-watching Suicide Room.
IS SHE MY TWIN SISTER?
She was upset by the fact that Fall Out Boy isn't on Youtube already.
She likes The Princess Bride as well.
Everybody loves it.
In Ram, we had a thing of when somebody says "My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die" somebody else said "No, I am your father" and then somebody would say "No, I am your mother" and we'd gasp.
She's fourteen, a legal teenager.
She can't murder anybody, or bully them online (super-grumpy face, I can't believe that Yali got out of it alive, only because she's underaged! PRETEENS ARE EVIL), and her age sounds like "Want to die" In Chinese.
She wants to watch Death Note, Bleach, and Fairy Tale.
I LOVE YOU.
She was at the satanic mall I was at, and she's looking for Panic At The Disco and Fall Out Boy merchandise.
May I laugh?
Ha ha.
No such a thing.
All they have are tall thirteen year olds (or that I'm short) with Black Veil Brides shirts that has a small V neck and they are fitted (what the fuck is wrong with males these days?).
And yeah, a super dark store (Hollister is brighter), I feel like I need a flashlight for there, or night-vision goggles.
She writes with too many shortcuts, unreadable slang (mostly letter doubling, an example by me "Buuutttt Cheeeeks" buttcheeks) , and faces ( 0_0 ), and there is no break for paragraphs.
I have too many breaks for paragraphs.
She reads homestuck too.
I just viewed this blog (through my preview option on the post editing), I really like my background picture.
Well, I wanted to ask you something, that I'd never get an answer to, do you read my blog because you find it relatable?
Do you write a blog yourself? And if so, do you write it like I do, or like I did at the first post of Lime/Play It?
I really want an answer.
REALLY.
On the other bloggy side, I have a blog, with the poems and shit, named The Show Must Go On, which reminds me of the first posts in Poison, pathetic wanna (now I am more of a wanno) and a master-depressor fan, and stuff kind of a girl.
I really hated the beginning of the blog, but PoisonousSight is great.
I just can't expect normal things on Israblog, can I?
Well, it's time for hurting some feelings!
NAHAHAHA!
I got comfortable in my everything that I do beanbag zone, and I'm ready to insult?
I felt too mean for writing such a criticism for a blog that was just opened by an eleven year old who thinks she's cool and shit, and I just wrote that:
Well, welcome to the blogging world, I started my own blog at the fifth grade, eleven as well, you caught my attention, as I used to post like you on my very first posts, I’m going to keep an eye on you, have fun blogging.
I hope she knows English, because her Hebrew isn't that great as well, but if thinking about it, so many kids' grammar is poor.
Oh, I was checking up the tabs I opened (girl blogs and music blogs) and I just couldn't stop thinking about Courtney Love's vagina.
I had some time to burn today, so I watched something made by E! Channel.
I enjoyed that.... A lot.
http://www.gigwise.com/news/75038/courtney-love-to-lana-del-rey-nirvana-song-about-my-vagina
If you want to see it, then have fun.
All of the girl blogs are about eating disorders.
Wow, those girls belong to tumblr, I'm serious, they are like what? Sixteen? Tumblr, right now.
Another awful blog of a 9-11 year old (it's a new genre for blogs) that tries hard to be deep.
Dude, you are deep as a kiddie pool.
I want to cut this fucking sixteener open.
Too many "Not Okay" shit, you know, the tumblr that it's okay to not be okay, and that it's not the end before it's okay.
Let me tell you what.
THIS IS LIFE, NOT A CUTE MOVIE FROM DISNEY.
NO.
NOT AT FUCKING ALL.
Shut up, wear normal clothes, wash your hair, and LEAVE TUMBLR AND YOUR STUPID QUOTES.
The teeangers today!
Oh wait, he's gay too.
I actually think that too many of the bloggers there are absolutely useless.
They keep up their blog for like, a month or two (max) and then return their every once in a year.
I'm actively blogging for over two years.
It's not that hard when you want to talk to people and there are no listeners, and that you don't want to expose yourself because you don't trust people.
Well, I'm in the mood of the beginning of the post.
I want to die.
Oh well.
.....
Here comes another Saturday ending.
Maybe next week it'd be better.
For now, I may explore more death.
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