Teens Fake Mental Health Issues To Look Cool At School
I have no idea what to say without making an offensive comment within my reaction...
Gladly I don't give a fuck about it, so let's have fun with being mean because I'm a kick-ass bully, alright?
Teenagers haven't got better through the years, and the tweens of today are making sure that they'll be even worse than the rest.
Yesterday I read about a sixteen year old drunken female, almost raped by a gang of males about her age.
The drunken youth... Sadly they get extra body-parts because they are young and deserve to live, hell no, those kids should be fucking responsible, they aren't innocent!
Okay, in the article, they gave examples of Bipolar disorder, and I know that Demi Lovato has it, Depression (the classic) which too many people have, so fuck it, and the epic self harm, which I remember the endless amount of celebrity photographs that their wrist seems like there are some scars on it.
But they are doing it to be cool, and are very inspired by the celebrities.
Now, it reminds me a tv program that many people in all age groups like to watch, which are the music tv shows, which is 90 percent about a very emotional story, and 5 percent commercials, and the other five is divided by jokes and interviews and singing.
If you don't have a medical/mental condition, then you won't have enough rating and you can go to hell.
I just don't know if I am one or not.
I have no fucking idea.
All I know that I fucking hate puberty, and I can't fucking understand why kids my age want a "romantic" partner.
I know that I won't find any person like that in my teen or tween years, simply because how the fuck am I supposed to cope with another hormonal teenager while I'm deciding what the fuck is wrong with me.
The top illnesses:
Eating disorders - 22.2%
Self-Harming - 17.3%
Addiction - 13.4%
Depression - 12.5%
Bipolar disorder - 9%
I personally think that teenagers would do anything to have another title on them, reputation matters to many people, so it makes sense.
I really feel like I am a fraud.
If I don't faint everyday from fasting, I think that I don't have an eating disorder that's the case is severe enough to be considered as an actual illness.
Same with self harm/injury, if I don't have extremely deep cuts, and my scars aren't bold, then I'm just another self-harm faker, because my "cuts" were fucking scratches! And that's pathetic!
Addiction, well, I know that I'm easily addicted, I experienced it multiple times.
Depression, as long as.. Well, nope, I don't have it, I will probably hate myself even for thinking that I have it, so nope!
Bipolar, uhh, nope, I have a very organized routine of moods, every month for around a week and a half I feel like a shitty person, and just "gruhhh" at people, sometimes I'm just randomaly in that mood, and usually when I'm on it, I'd skip any act that involves emotional and social behavior.
.........
Tomorrow is the day of water-skiing, and if I didn't mention it earlier, I'm not going.
I'm considering to write a website on tipo, or Israblog, with the incredible and clever topic of how to be a tween/teen without getting on everybody's nerves.
I'm starting it.
It has the same spirit of this blog.
Complete hatred and frustration with a lot of humor and sarcasm.
I'm not a nice person.
I have some sort of a box that if you visit this blog you see "ALL HAIL SATAN'S BLOG" just to scare the too little kids and keep the good "I'm so mature" kids in.
I lure nine year olds to this magical world, while hormonal fourteen year old girls will seek for tips in there, and usually over it will be filled with people who get my sense of humor and will enjoy this blog like you do.
I just hate Israblog's blogging system.
I guess that the youth won't get any better.
Oh well, more fun for people around the world.
........
I feel like I should find a better way to cope with stress instead of hurting my body.
Each time that I feel anxious from any (ir)rational reason, I will immediately try to ease it with pain.
In some way, you can say that I never stopped with it.
Just today I found a new and better way to hurt myself with my fucking wrist watch.
Since it's a little loose, I found a way how to bruise myself with sort of pinching with my watch.
I'm not a good pincher as some of my friends are, but it was good enough for me.
So now I have a very tiny (in the size of this: O) purple-ish bruise on my wrist.
It was the second time I pinched my skin that caused it, the first time was by accident, and that's how I learned to do it, I tried multiple times, but I haven't found a way to work it out well.
And funny, right now, my "weapon" is also my "shield".
Okay, I have a feeling that the coming album of Ghost Town is becoming more dance rather than their strange music that was pretty awesome.
I just feel like from a pretty epic band that could have make it huge, the Fueled By Ramen has a tendency to make at least one song into their sort of spirit.
Kind of exhausting, isn't it?
I want to hear something spectacular, no, it's not the word I'm looking for, what's a good example?
Oh, a mixture between the most insane and colorful hallucinations of the seventeener who overdosed on Nice Guy.
I consider drawing something inspired by that strange dellusinal world.
I never experienced it, but I'm going to try on doing something with colorful to monochrome but with a lot of information to process and a lot of extreme differences.
I just love only to imagine it.
Misconceptions About Self-Harm (SH/SI)
I love that girl, when her hair was long, she made some Goth to Preppy (I have no idea if I should capitallize it or not, so I do it half the time) video that was strange and she sort of made herself seem to be a pop-culture dumb, because everybody knows what lol means.
And if she actually doesn't, then you simply DO NOT use words you don't know.
I hate it when people do that.
But back to Ruby, she made a disclaimer to the trolls that she's not emo.
In my opinion, the best way to talk to trolls is sarcastically.
I'm emo, I'm that blonde girl from Project Runway that was rumored to be dead, and I am also the kidnapped teenagers from Israel, who of them you may ask? All of them.
Now, that's fucking epic, how can they troll it?
Can they deny it? Okay, it was sarcasm anyway.
By the way mental illnesses, today I was compared to a psychologist, Sapir always tells me that I can be a good one, because I'm a good listener.
After all it's Sapir, and she calls me goth as well...
And people usually say so much bullshit and it makes me want to cry sometimes.
Simply because that I seem so fucking weak/horrible to them that they find me as a person that they has to compliment and lie to so it wouldn't do XYZ.
XYZ not for an example, XYZ as that I have no fucking idea.
I wouldn't kill myself, they don't know anything about it anyway.
Okay, I watching a fourteen years old movie, named Painful Secrets or Secrets Cutting, however I'm going to put it on 1.5 speed because I got no power for slow stuff.
She started talking, okay, let's hope that it wouldn't be a classic depressing movie.
I have a feeling that it won't be the kind of movie that you have to watch at least twice.
It's nothing like Mr. Nobody.
Mr. Nobody is probably one of the most amazing movies, I have a long list of epic movies, but Mr. Nobody is the kind that you have to watch multiple times.
It's so confusing and beautiful, sort of movies that makes you reconsider everything.
Maybe it's the movie that makes you reconsider life itself, or maybe it's the fact that I watch it late at night.
He's a musician and he's sensitive.
Let me tell you, that if you aren't hundred percent a supportive person, then good luck with surviving, I'm not even going to start to talk about decently living.
Oh fuck, I have news about music and sex!
Ninet Tayeb got pregnant.
I never liked her, and never will.
She always was boring, and she still is.
The store owner that sells Roch Chang's shirts says that I have the same style as her.
Kind of explains that I never stood her...
I don't want to write it, as I'm saying it too much and it makes me sick to complain so much about my fucking perfect life.
I just fucking hate the blonde girls with the curls.
Why are you making it legitimate?
I'm so happy that movies after 2001 got better.
What can I say, My birth was so fucking awesome that it sent waves of happiness towards people.
Yes, I am in constant denial of having people to die on the fifteenth of the month of April.
Denial is so fucking great!
Okay, I just didn't enjoy the actress's reaction of when she heard the topic changes.
I don't feel like I'm going to enjoy the movie.
It makes me uncomfortable.
It's not going to help me at all, it will make me feel more pathetic and fake as time will pass and the plot will continue.
I feel like a fraud and I regret letting you ever reading this blog.
I such a pathetic attention seeker and that's all, am I right?!
I hate myself even more with this movie, I feel like the fucking blonde girl.
Excited and admiring mental illnesses and being fucking insensitive towards real people.
I hate her.
I also feel that I'm her.
I hate it all.
Fucking wonderful, isn't it?
I hate movies about the topics that make me feel hateful towards myself.
I knew that the mirror will be a weapon, obvious much?
Fucking bitch.
I hate her, her boyfriend tries to help her, but she's so fucking bitchy to him.
I wish her death.
If it doesn't end up with her suicide, then I'm not happy.
At least I hope that her blonde friend would die.
Maybe that Dawn will die and blondie-encourager-bitch will regret living.
You know me, wishing all kinds of stuff to people I don't like.
For example: I'd wish puberty to guys my age that I despise, or lung cancers to smokers, or fucking bulimia or ednos or bed to people I hate, and I also wish all kinds of strange stuff that seem like torture to me, except of the cancer, at least this way I'd die just like my grandpa, happy, doing whatever he wants to do and not giving a single fuck about death.
I find that death isn't death if you don't die happy.
I'm sorry, if you don't die happily, then you don't really die, as you weren't very alive before it.
Die good or don't die at all.
Why can't I fucking have anything nice like Dawn.
Fucking hell, my psychologist had a lot of anorexic patients.
*Grins* I wonder where they are now? I assume that six feet underground...
Now seriously, why can't I have nice therapists?
I can't even ask for a new one, one that doesn't make me want to cut myself all the fucking time.
I always hurt myself during the sessions, usually my nails.
But the worst?
The worst is that I feel pressured to develop an eating disorder.
She can't magically cure a person who isn't ill.
I have the feeling that if I'd develop an eating disorder, then she could help me, consider me as another success story under her wings and in her protofilio.
It's so awful.
I want her to know about it, but I don't want to say it.
I can't simply say "Every single time that I talk to you, I want to cut myself, and I have the unending urge to stop eating forever, so I could be anorexic, like all of your patients, so you can finally 'cure' me and make me be 'normal' again, and I'm considering to switch you as a therapist because it clearly making everything worse, thousand times worse".
You can't.
I can't deal with it anymore, it's so fucking exhausting to have a concentrated hour of trying to find you fucking problem when the person you're in with is making it so fucking worse and you instantly block your ability to feel, so you won't deal with the pain.
I feel awful right now.
I want to end it all.
Or at least get my abillity to vandalize myself again.
People are talking about her self harm.
Fucking wonderful.
I'm can't put attention to the movie.
I'm not happy.
I need to cut badly, and I have two razors near my bed, as a reminder that I can still do it and it's only my choice, but I shouldn't, I really need my privacy, unless I want my parents to go insane and look in my objects, and I'm not going to explain why the fuck do I have a scale in my room with obvious marks of feet on it.
Not going to explain it.
I'm now watching the movie on and off.
Do not depress your fucking brother.
Don't you have a bit of compassion or love towards certain people?!
You disgust me.
With each passing minute I want to bleed even more.
I can't do it anymore!
CAN'T.
I don't want to live.
What have I done in the past years?
On preschool and on the first grade I became best friend with a person that will become a bully.
I haven't done anything productive ever since, and oh look, here another fucking awful thing, on the end of he fourth grade, I brought torture to myself, with changing myself.
I ever since just hurt everyone around me.
I am no use for this world.
Maybe I should stop it all.
I just need to end it.
At least I'd be able to make people forget that fucking awful girl that ruined everything she touched.
Am I the King Midas of destruction?
I don't feel empty right now, I feel like I'm full of violent emotions, but I can't feel them.
It's like I'm senseless, but I'm fully aware of my surroundings.
I can't stand puberty.
And I really hope that it's puberty.
I won't handle life it's not the case.
I just hope that next year will pass just as quick.
After all, I got only
4 years.
9 months.
30 days.
1 hour.
46 minutes.
55 seconds.
And counting until I'm eighteen, free to destroy my body.
My birthday will be on a Monday.
I really wanted it to be on a Friday.
Or at least on a holiday.
At least I got only another year until I'm considerably a teenager, with the age that literally means "want death", and only three until I can get tattoos and every piercing that I'd like.
And on five, I'm going to have a mental breakdown, because eighteen sucks.
Fuck it.
I'm done.
I have no idea what to say without making an offensive comment within my reaction...
Gladly I don't give a fuck about it, so let's have fun with being mean because I'm a kick-ass bully, alright?
Teenagers haven't got better through the years, and the tweens of today are making sure that they'll be even worse than the rest.
Yesterday I read about a sixteen year old drunken female, almost raped by a gang of males about her age.
The drunken youth... Sadly they get extra body-parts because they are young and deserve to live, hell no, those kids should be fucking responsible, they aren't innocent!
Okay, in the article, they gave examples of Bipolar disorder, and I know that Demi Lovato has it, Depression (the classic) which too many people have, so fuck it, and the epic self harm, which I remember the endless amount of celebrity photographs that their wrist seems like there are some scars on it.
But they are doing it to be cool, and are very inspired by the celebrities.
Now, it reminds me a tv program that many people in all age groups like to watch, which are the music tv shows, which is 90 percent about a very emotional story, and 5 percent commercials, and the other five is divided by jokes and interviews and singing.
If you don't have a medical/mental condition, then you won't have enough rating and you can go to hell.
I just don't know if I am one or not.
I have no fucking idea.
All I know that I fucking hate puberty, and I can't fucking understand why kids my age want a "romantic" partner.
I know that I won't find any person like that in my teen or tween years, simply because how the fuck am I supposed to cope with another hormonal teenager while I'm deciding what the fuck is wrong with me.
The top illnesses:
Eating disorders - 22.2%
Self-Harming - 17.3%
Addiction - 13.4%
Depression - 12.5%
Bipolar disorder - 9%
I personally think that teenagers would do anything to have another title on them, reputation matters to many people, so it makes sense.
I really feel like I am a fraud.
If I don't faint everyday from fasting, I think that I don't have an eating disorder that's the case is severe enough to be considered as an actual illness.
Same with self harm/injury, if I don't have extremely deep cuts, and my scars aren't bold, then I'm just another self-harm faker, because my "cuts" were fucking scratches! And that's pathetic!
Addiction, well, I know that I'm easily addicted, I experienced it multiple times.
Depression, as long as.. Well, nope, I don't have it, I will probably hate myself even for thinking that I have it, so nope!
Bipolar, uhh, nope, I have a very organized routine of moods, every month for around a week and a half I feel like a shitty person, and just "gruhhh" at people, sometimes I'm just randomaly in that mood, and usually when I'm on it, I'd skip any act that involves emotional and social behavior.
.........
Tomorrow is the day of water-skiing, and if I didn't mention it earlier, I'm not going.
I'm considering to write a website on tipo, or Israblog, with the incredible and clever topic of how to be a tween/teen without getting on everybody's nerves.
I'm starting it.
It has the same spirit of this blog.
Complete hatred and frustration with a lot of humor and sarcasm.
I'm not a nice person.
I have some sort of a box that if you visit this blog you see "ALL HAIL SATAN'S BLOG" just to scare the too little kids and keep the good "I'm so mature" kids in.
I lure nine year olds to this magical world, while hormonal fourteen year old girls will seek for tips in there, and usually over it will be filled with people who get my sense of humor and will enjoy this blog like you do.
I just hate Israblog's blogging system.
I guess that the youth won't get any better.
Oh well, more fun for people around the world.
........
I feel like I should find a better way to cope with stress instead of hurting my body.
Each time that I feel anxious from any (ir)rational reason, I will immediately try to ease it with pain.
In some way, you can say that I never stopped with it.
Just today I found a new and better way to hurt myself with my fucking wrist watch.
Since it's a little loose, I found a way how to bruise myself with sort of pinching with my watch.
I'm not a good pincher as some of my friends are, but it was good enough for me.
So now I have a very tiny (in the size of this: O) purple-ish bruise on my wrist.
It was the second time I pinched my skin that caused it, the first time was by accident, and that's how I learned to do it, I tried multiple times, but I haven't found a way to work it out well.
And funny, right now, my "weapon" is also my "shield".
Okay, I have a feeling that the coming album of Ghost Town is becoming more dance rather than their strange music that was pretty awesome.
I just feel like from a pretty epic band that could have make it huge, the Fueled By Ramen has a tendency to make at least one song into their sort of spirit.
Kind of exhausting, isn't it?
I want to hear something spectacular, no, it's not the word I'm looking for, what's a good example?
Oh, a mixture between the most insane and colorful hallucinations of the seventeener who overdosed on Nice Guy.
I consider drawing something inspired by that strange dellusinal world.
I never experienced it, but I'm going to try on doing something with colorful to monochrome but with a lot of information to process and a lot of extreme differences.
I just love only to imagine it.
Misconceptions About Self-Harm (SH/SI)
I love that girl, when her hair was long, she made some Goth to Preppy (I have no idea if I should capitallize it or not, so I do it half the time) video that was strange and she sort of made herself seem to be a pop-culture dumb, because everybody knows what lol means.
And if she actually doesn't, then you simply DO NOT use words you don't know.
I hate it when people do that.
But back to Ruby, she made a disclaimer to the trolls that she's not emo.
In my opinion, the best way to talk to trolls is sarcastically.
I'm emo, I'm that blonde girl from Project Runway that was rumored to be dead, and I am also the kidnapped teenagers from Israel, who of them you may ask? All of them.
Now, that's fucking epic, how can they troll it?
Can they deny it? Okay, it was sarcasm anyway.
By the way mental illnesses, today I was compared to a psychologist, Sapir always tells me that I can be a good one, because I'm a good listener.
After all it's Sapir, and she calls me goth as well...
And people usually say so much bullshit and it makes me want to cry sometimes.
Simply because that I seem so fucking weak/horrible to them that they find me as a person that they has to compliment and lie to so it wouldn't do XYZ.
XYZ not for an example, XYZ as that I have no fucking idea.
I wouldn't kill myself, they don't know anything about it anyway.
Okay, I watching a fourteen years old movie, named Painful Secrets or Secrets Cutting, however I'm going to put it on 1.5 speed because I got no power for slow stuff.
She started talking, okay, let's hope that it wouldn't be a classic depressing movie.
I have a feeling that it won't be the kind of movie that you have to watch at least twice.
It's nothing like Mr. Nobody.
Mr. Nobody is probably one of the most amazing movies, I have a long list of epic movies, but Mr. Nobody is the kind that you have to watch multiple times.
It's so confusing and beautiful, sort of movies that makes you reconsider everything.
Maybe it's the movie that makes you reconsider life itself, or maybe it's the fact that I watch it late at night.
He's a musician and he's sensitive.
Let me tell you, that if you aren't hundred percent a supportive person, then good luck with surviving, I'm not even going to start to talk about decently living.
Oh fuck, I have news about music and sex!
Ninet Tayeb got pregnant.
I never liked her, and never will.
She always was boring, and she still is.
The store owner that sells Roch Chang's shirts says that I have the same style as her.
Kind of explains that I never stood her...
I don't want to write it, as I'm saying it too much and it makes me sick to complain so much about my fucking perfect life.
I just fucking hate the blonde girls with the curls.
Why are you making it legitimate?
I'm so happy that movies after 2001 got better.
What can I say, My birth was so fucking awesome that it sent waves of happiness towards people.
Yes, I am in constant denial of having people to die on the fifteenth of the month of April.
Denial is so fucking great!
Okay, I just didn't enjoy the actress's reaction of when she heard the topic changes.
I don't feel like I'm going to enjoy the movie.
It makes me uncomfortable.
It's not going to help me at all, it will make me feel more pathetic and fake as time will pass and the plot will continue.
I feel like a fraud and I regret letting you ever reading this blog.
I such a pathetic attention seeker and that's all, am I right?!
I hate myself even more with this movie, I feel like the fucking blonde girl.
Excited and admiring mental illnesses and being fucking insensitive towards real people.
I hate her.
I also feel that I'm her.
I hate it all.
Fucking wonderful, isn't it?
I hate movies about the topics that make me feel hateful towards myself.
I knew that the mirror will be a weapon, obvious much?
Fucking bitch.
I hate her, her boyfriend tries to help her, but she's so fucking bitchy to him.
I wish her death.
If it doesn't end up with her suicide, then I'm not happy.
At least I hope that her blonde friend would die.
Maybe that Dawn will die and blondie-encourager-bitch will regret living.
You know me, wishing all kinds of stuff to people I don't like.
For example: I'd wish puberty to guys my age that I despise, or lung cancers to smokers, or fucking bulimia or ednos or bed to people I hate, and I also wish all kinds of strange stuff that seem like torture to me, except of the cancer, at least this way I'd die just like my grandpa, happy, doing whatever he wants to do and not giving a single fuck about death.
I find that death isn't death if you don't die happy.
I'm sorry, if you don't die happily, then you don't really die, as you weren't very alive before it.
Die good or don't die at all.
Why can't I fucking have anything nice like Dawn.
Fucking hell, my psychologist had a lot of anorexic patients.
*Grins* I wonder where they are now? I assume that six feet underground...
Now seriously, why can't I have nice therapists?
I can't even ask for a new one, one that doesn't make me want to cut myself all the fucking time.
I always hurt myself during the sessions, usually my nails.
But the worst?
The worst is that I feel pressured to develop an eating disorder.
She can't magically cure a person who isn't ill.
I have the feeling that if I'd develop an eating disorder, then she could help me, consider me as another success story under her wings and in her protofilio.
It's so awful.
I want her to know about it, but I don't want to say it.
I can't simply say "Every single time that I talk to you, I want to cut myself, and I have the unending urge to stop eating forever, so I could be anorexic, like all of your patients, so you can finally 'cure' me and make me be 'normal' again, and I'm considering to switch you as a therapist because it clearly making everything worse, thousand times worse".
You can't.
I can't deal with it anymore, it's so fucking exhausting to have a concentrated hour of trying to find you fucking problem when the person you're in with is making it so fucking worse and you instantly block your ability to feel, so you won't deal with the pain.
I feel awful right now.
I want to end it all.
Or at least get my abillity to vandalize myself again.
People are talking about her self harm.
Fucking wonderful.
I'm can't put attention to the movie.
I'm not happy.
I need to cut badly, and I have two razors near my bed, as a reminder that I can still do it and it's only my choice, but I shouldn't, I really need my privacy, unless I want my parents to go insane and look in my objects, and I'm not going to explain why the fuck do I have a scale in my room with obvious marks of feet on it.
Not going to explain it.
I'm now watching the movie on and off.
Do not depress your fucking brother.
Don't you have a bit of compassion or love towards certain people?!
You disgust me.
With each passing minute I want to bleed even more.
I can't do it anymore!
CAN'T.
I don't want to live.
What have I done in the past years?
On preschool and on the first grade I became best friend with a person that will become a bully.
I haven't done anything productive ever since, and oh look, here another fucking awful thing, on the end of he fourth grade, I brought torture to myself, with changing myself.
I ever since just hurt everyone around me.
I am no use for this world.
Maybe I should stop it all.
I just need to end it.
At least I'd be able to make people forget that fucking awful girl that ruined everything she touched.
Am I the King Midas of destruction?
I don't feel empty right now, I feel like I'm full of violent emotions, but I can't feel them.
It's like I'm senseless, but I'm fully aware of my surroundings.
I can't stand puberty.
And I really hope that it's puberty.
I won't handle life it's not the case.
I just hope that next year will pass just as quick.
After all, I got only
4 years.
9 months.
30 days.
1 hour.
46 minutes.
55 seconds.
And counting until I'm eighteen, free to destroy my body.
My birthday will be on a Monday.
I really wanted it to be on a Friday.
Or at least on a holiday.
At least I got only another year until I'm considerably a teenager, with the age that literally means "want death", and only three until I can get tattoos and every piercing that I'd like.
And on five, I'm going to have a mental breakdown, because eighteen sucks.
Fuck it.
I'm done.
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