I have this urge to punch everybody who calls himself a carnivore.
YOU ARE NOT A CARNIVORE IF YOUR DIET DOESN'T CONTAIN ANIMAL PRODUCTS ONLY!
It's bullshit!
Humanity contain omnivores and herbivores, if there are, anywhere, a true carnivore, then wow, I am impressed! All you eat is milk, honey, meat, eggs, and alike.
Medium-lengthed paragraph short - CARNIVORES AREN'T REAL.
Okay, since I was on some article, and all I do now is reading the stupid comments, written by idiots, I'm going to translate it for you.
92. I'm vegan from disgust from the age [on the original she misspelled age] of 12 (20 years)
I was disgusted from meat since birth, but I was forced to. Vegetarians and vegans who want meat disgust me just as much. If you want meat - Eat! [original misspelled again] if you won't then from so much grumpiness you'd start eating human. There's a reason for that after the ice/flood times it was allowed to eat meat- because people are evil and cannibals [the fuck?]. And until they'll evolve, they're allowed to eat meat. You can see it in the comments. Low souls who want to eat humans and resent that it's illegal. As long as meat tastes good to you, you're not there! So take it easy, jealous ones! Start making and putting into action a law for animals' rights [okay, only when I wrote it, I understood how stupid it looks like] . A lot of species survived only because of domestication, so do you want to drop [original misspelled] on them holocaust? Let's see you surviving in a jungle that from there you fathers came before you're hurrying to return domesticated animals to nature!
That was lame.
I'm sorry, meat tastes good, why? Because people make it to taste this way. You burn it a bit, and then you add some spices and liquids and large and firm solids, and viola! Food.
And cannibalism is a really good idea! Why? I don't know, there are a lot of freshly dead people, and a lot of people who are in a coma/vegetable/a disease that won't harm it's eaters but will kill the ill one, so why won't we put an end for suffering or numbness and just eat it?! People breed more animals and milk more from each one and kill more, when there is already a specie that dies a lot!
That is simply a stupid action that leads to a loss of building space and a huge loss of meat.
....
Wow!
How the fuck am I supposed to grow through puberty with all of the bitterness in this family.
My head is throbbing, like it's begging me to shoot it and release itself from it's pain.
I fucking hate people, I can't stand them for an extended time.
.....
I enlighted the mood with watching the first two episodes of Pokemon.
And from some reason, I started clicking the letter "S" and for a millisecond stips came, I quickly pressed another letter, and then I noticed it, so I deleted the letter I pressed, only to find a link to Sala Samobojcow, inspired, I went to the "darker" side of stips, where I just bloom with sarcastic comments who are very offensive.
I just love the people who write "my life is hard".
From one side, they have probably one of the better lives, and I'd happily switch with them.
From the other, as much as great their life is, they can't enjoy it, their body won't allow it, the body and it's mysterious ways to screw things up.
I remember reading that it's just hormones, I know that I have to take some weird pills that contain some form of estrogen or something, so I'd get my period.
I never tell that when I start needing those again, it's probably because I'm not eating like a person again.
People there are trying to save themselves.
I have no idea how it feels like.
Actually, I might've felt it, but I didn't named it this way, or I just succeeded at forgetting it.
Okay, from some reason I can't stop thinking about Sapir.
I just can't.
I feel awful for being her friend, her life is worse than mine (and here I am, pathetically comparing my nonexist misery to her very real one) and yet, I treat my life like it's worse.
Oh well, in two days I'm going to start with my period-pills again, and after a couple of days into it, we're going to take another ride at the hormonal roller coaster.
Okay, that's better, forgetting a bit from all I think about, just for a question that makes the logo of "Stips" with the writing "for teenagers" below.
I fucking hate all of the relationshipped cunts.
I can't stand myself right now.
OKAY WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!?
For once, can I just get my fucked up moments on schedule?!
Back to normal, I don't understand what the fuck is going on, but let's pretend that nothing unusual happens and smile innocently, okay?
Wow, I didn't know that Chrillsims3 was diagnosed with autism....
I would never guess it...
On his website he says that he can't hold a conversation or look into another's eyes like a normal person.
I don't know what I'd do if I simply couldn't do something.
I don't look into people eyes from the simply reason that I hate doing it, I feel like I'm opening to them and vice-versa, it's awful to understand people when you aren't comfortable enough with them.
Now I'm ranting about my hatred to relationships and people without any tact and to people that I don't find worthy enough for my understanding.
Remember my made-up nicknames and terms for things I can't/couldn't describe differently, like my master-deressor from my idea of the hierarchy in Tumblr, and the amazing difference between wanna to wanno, and my thousand translations and comparitiving names for Arsses, but now, it's time for my Bipolar-Amnesia, and I'm going to retitle it, for something that seems more logical, selective memory or shortly SM.
I can't stand it, they make everything so frustrating all the fucking time.
It's similar to Lacunar Amnesia, in the prospect of forgetting certain parts/whole events, but it's not the same, because on my special and the non-contagious-yet-very-common disease, they ignore it, and treat it like it never happened, they select what's real.
I can't stand those people, they are untrustable, it's not a shocker, but for them it is, each time you won't trust them for their behaviour, they'd act very offended and bitchy, and they'll try to guilt-trip you, sadly, this is the life.
.....
Tomorrow it's planned to go to the market.
I know that I won't find many things, from the simple reason that most of the stuff there aren't the things that I'd want or need.
From some reason I don't need another bikini, or another shirt, or some toy, or something else that's equally useless.
I have no use in getting so many stupid and unnecessary objects.
I might find some shoe or an accessory or something that I might like, but the chances are low.
I hope for the best, maybe I'd find some cool stuff.
Goodnight, soon school is over, only to start again, at least the year passed quickly (each day was hell, but I manage to repress every detail that had no effect on me) so it probably says that next year will be a lot alike.
Next year I'd go through learning a subject I love and hate, which is Bible.
We're from one side, forced to learn religion, and treat it like it's the undeniable truth, and from the other, we read plenty of fictional stories with enough logical/truth-sounding information to make t partly realistic, like many books that are aimed to hormonal girls.
It seems so weird, that I go through around 7-9 (not sure about the number) months of studying that altogether, not including the holidays, are ten months, and against it, we got an official break of two months, and because of a new law, subtract three days.
It seems very unfair, but it's better than nothing, right?
Overall, counting holidays as school days as well, we got 298 school days.
Actual school days, not including days that were dedicated to another topic but learning from one reason or another, I calculated it to be 208 days.
Interesting, isn't it?
We spend ninety days, under the cages of "we must return to school by the end" and feeling pretty shitty about it, but we're still in freedom.
Yet, those two months of freedom aren't that great looking to me.
I'm just seeing myself, returning to school again, with the grumpiest face I have, and practically feeling dead on the inside, while I won't eat, just like this year.
Sweet dreams.
YOU ARE NOT A CARNIVORE IF YOUR DIET DOESN'T CONTAIN ANIMAL PRODUCTS ONLY!
It's bullshit!
Humanity contain omnivores and herbivores, if there are, anywhere, a true carnivore, then wow, I am impressed! All you eat is milk, honey, meat, eggs, and alike.
Medium-lengthed paragraph short - CARNIVORES AREN'T REAL.
Okay, since I was on some article, and all I do now is reading the stupid comments, written by idiots, I'm going to translate it for you.
92. I'm vegan from disgust from the age [on the original she misspelled age] of 12 (20 years)
I was disgusted from meat since birth, but I was forced to. Vegetarians and vegans who want meat disgust me just as much. If you want meat - Eat! [original misspelled again] if you won't then from so much grumpiness you'd start eating human. There's a reason for that after the ice/flood times it was allowed to eat meat- because people are evil and cannibals [the fuck?]. And until they'll evolve, they're allowed to eat meat. You can see it in the comments. Low souls who want to eat humans and resent that it's illegal. As long as meat tastes good to you, you're not there! So take it easy, jealous ones! Start making and putting into action a law for animals' rights [okay, only when I wrote it, I understood how stupid it looks like] . A lot of species survived only because of domestication, so do you want to drop [original misspelled] on them holocaust? Let's see you surviving in a jungle that from there you fathers came before you're hurrying to return domesticated animals to nature!
That was lame.
I'm sorry, meat tastes good, why? Because people make it to taste this way. You burn it a bit, and then you add some spices and liquids and large and firm solids, and viola! Food.
And cannibalism is a really good idea! Why? I don't know, there are a lot of freshly dead people, and a lot of people who are in a coma/vegetable/a disease that won't harm it's eaters but will kill the ill one, so why won't we put an end for suffering or numbness and just eat it?! People breed more animals and milk more from each one and kill more, when there is already a specie that dies a lot!
That is simply a stupid action that leads to a loss of building space and a huge loss of meat.
....
Wow!
How the fuck am I supposed to grow through puberty with all of the bitterness in this family.
My head is throbbing, like it's begging me to shoot it and release itself from it's pain.
I fucking hate people, I can't stand them for an extended time.
.....
I enlighted the mood with watching the first two episodes of Pokemon.
And from some reason, I started clicking the letter "S" and for a millisecond stips came, I quickly pressed another letter, and then I noticed it, so I deleted the letter I pressed, only to find a link to Sala Samobojcow, inspired, I went to the "darker" side of stips, where I just bloom with sarcastic comments who are very offensive.
I just love the people who write "my life is hard".
From one side, they have probably one of the better lives, and I'd happily switch with them.
From the other, as much as great their life is, they can't enjoy it, their body won't allow it, the body and it's mysterious ways to screw things up.
I remember reading that it's just hormones, I know that I have to take some weird pills that contain some form of estrogen or something, so I'd get my period.
I never tell that when I start needing those again, it's probably because I'm not eating like a person again.
People there are trying to save themselves.
I have no idea how it feels like.
Actually, I might've felt it, but I didn't named it this way, or I just succeeded at forgetting it.
Okay, from some reason I can't stop thinking about Sapir.
I just can't.
I feel awful for being her friend, her life is worse than mine (and here I am, pathetically comparing my nonexist misery to her very real one) and yet, I treat my life like it's worse.
Oh well, in two days I'm going to start with my period-pills again, and after a couple of days into it, we're going to take another ride at the hormonal roller coaster.
Okay, that's better, forgetting a bit from all I think about, just for a question that makes the logo of "Stips" with the writing "for teenagers" below.
I fucking hate all of the relationshipped cunts.
I can't stand myself right now.
OKAY WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!?
For once, can I just get my fucked up moments on schedule?!
Back to normal, I don't understand what the fuck is going on, but let's pretend that nothing unusual happens and smile innocently, okay?
Wow, I didn't know that Chrillsims3 was diagnosed with autism....
I would never guess it...
On his website he says that he can't hold a conversation or look into another's eyes like a normal person.
I don't know what I'd do if I simply couldn't do something.
I don't look into people eyes from the simply reason that I hate doing it, I feel like I'm opening to them and vice-versa, it's awful to understand people when you aren't comfortable enough with them.
Now I'm ranting about my hatred to relationships and people without any tact and to people that I don't find worthy enough for my understanding.
Remember my made-up nicknames and terms for things I can't/couldn't describe differently, like my master-deressor from my idea of the hierarchy in Tumblr, and the amazing difference between wanna to wanno, and my thousand translations and comparitiving names for Arsses, but now, it's time for my Bipolar-Amnesia, and I'm going to retitle it, for something that seems more logical, selective memory or shortly SM.
I can't stand it, they make everything so frustrating all the fucking time.
It's similar to Lacunar Amnesia, in the prospect of forgetting certain parts/whole events, but it's not the same, because on my special and the non-contagious-yet-very-common disease, they ignore it, and treat it like it never happened, they select what's real.
I can't stand those people, they are untrustable, it's not a shocker, but for them it is, each time you won't trust them for their behaviour, they'd act very offended and bitchy, and they'll try to guilt-trip you, sadly, this is the life.
.....
Tomorrow it's planned to go to the market.
I know that I won't find many things, from the simple reason that most of the stuff there aren't the things that I'd want or need.
From some reason I don't need another bikini, or another shirt, or some toy, or something else that's equally useless.
I have no use in getting so many stupid and unnecessary objects.
I might find some shoe or an accessory or something that I might like, but the chances are low.
I hope for the best, maybe I'd find some cool stuff.
Goodnight, soon school is over, only to start again, at least the year passed quickly (each day was hell, but I manage to repress every detail that had no effect on me) so it probably says that next year will be a lot alike.
Next year I'd go through learning a subject I love and hate, which is Bible.
We're from one side, forced to learn religion, and treat it like it's the undeniable truth, and from the other, we read plenty of fictional stories with enough logical/truth-sounding information to make t partly realistic, like many books that are aimed to hormonal girls.
It seems so weird, that I go through around 7-9 (not sure about the number) months of studying that altogether, not including the holidays, are ten months, and against it, we got an official break of two months, and because of a new law, subtract three days.
It seems very unfair, but it's better than nothing, right?
Overall, counting holidays as school days as well, we got 298 school days.
Actual school days, not including days that were dedicated to another topic but learning from one reason or another, I calculated it to be 208 days.
Interesting, isn't it?
We spend ninety days, under the cages of "we must return to school by the end" and feeling pretty shitty about it, but we're still in freedom.
Yet, those two months of freedom aren't that great looking to me.
I'm just seeing myself, returning to school again, with the grumpiest face I have, and practically feeling dead on the inside, while I won't eat, just like this year.
Sweet dreams.
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