In case you haven't noticed (or that it didn't work) I added my blog the "adult content" warning, why? Because it's not all fucking sunshines and rainbows.
And I'm only starting, this is middle school, so most of the kids are still virgins (even though that I've heard multiple rumors of a girl jacking off a guy, my response: Couldn't you just do oral? It's more impressive!), just imagine the high school drama and bullshit.
.....
Time passes fast when you waste it.
I am playing Sims 3 and reading things that are relevant to me on Social Anxiety Support forum, and I just see things that some of them can do, and a female did go to her nephew's graduation because he really wanted her to go, but she almost didn't go to her own mother's funeral.
It's awful.
I can't bring myself to return to my old school, say hi to my previous teacher, which really misses me, and I miss her, and I really want to see my brother and sister and some of their friends, some kids that I know and they understood that I'm super weird, and two lovely girls named Shachar and Noya (remember them?), and I have so many people to say hello to, but I can't, I just can't do it.
And I really want to do it when I plan it, but always, at the last moment, I cancel, I back out, no matter what.
And I can't do it for all of my life! Actually I can, but it'd be hard. And quite pathetic.
I'm going inside shyness introversion and social anxiety articles and questions and videos.
So far I see shyness as something I've developed.
I used to be so chill about talking to people and doing everything social until around this year.
I think that it's because what I've done to Gal, ever since she left me, I was terrified that it'd happen again with others, so I just picked to not socialize as much.
So I guess I'm not much of all of the three, I'm just plainly afraid to ruin everything again.
Which makes me to be a plain stupid person who ruins everything that it touches.
I'm sitting now in front of my closet's old pajama area, and I moved it, so now I have empty space that fits perfectly for my laptop, I sit in front of it on my chair.
I'm going to sim a little, I need to make four families for my new game, and each one should include two children one male and one female, and from there I need to start making the whole city, generation by generation.
I'm going to delete school as well, I just hate taking them to school every fucking day, or maybe I'd keep it and they'd just drop out.
.....
Okay, I can't find anything about that specific problem, I feel stressed with strangers around me, but it's even worse with people who're close to me.
Like if I'm going to meet you for a really short term, like an hour or so every once in a while, and it's not a long-term relationship, then I'd probably be more open, especially if the other person is around my age group, which is from seven (no kidding, it happened before) to fifteen, which is weird, it's supposed to be the other way around, right?
And when it's a long-term relationship, I'm more nervous, a lot more nervous, like, the longer that I'd be in this place with them, the worse.
I had multiple reason for wearing baggy hoodies, I always thought that I sweat a lot, I wore them to cover my nonexistent sweat stains, and to hide my body, my disgusting, disproportionate body, and from the habit of hiding my wrists, which doesn't really matter in my case, with my super-shallow cuts that led to perfect skin healing without the need for a lot of scar tissue, which means that the most that I have is one, small, scar, so small that needles are thicker, the width of the 0.5 pencil nibs, and the length of that metal speaker in the top of the iPhone (near the camera and the light sensor).... I forgot what I was describing, oh the scar! Well, it's so small and it's only slightly lighter than my skin, so you'd have to look very closely to spot it.
In the past couple of years, I was around objects that are considered to give cancer, now there are two options, or that my body is extremly magical and powerful, or that all that people say is bullshit.
But I haven't been near ciggarets.
I just don't like the smell of most of them.
I remember one ciggaret that smelled like burnt strawberries, it was one of the sweeter scents that death can have.
I can't stop thinking about Gal, I seriously can't.
When I don't distract myself with at least tow things, like drawing and/or playing sims and/or texting to friends, it's not likely to happen, but sometimes it just takes over me.
I took everything from her, I killed the only person that I'd die for.
There's a thing that's told to people like me, it goes like this: "Kill yourself." and trust me, there's nothing that I'd like to do more, the only reason that I don't do that, is because I need to fix everything before it's too late, and I deserve pain, and my surrounding doesn't have to suffer from the norma of mourning at deaths.
My body is shaking, I'm cranky, I can't stand that thing anymore.
I don't have internet and I'm fucking losing it.
What is it? Some cruel joke by some underground group who enjoys torturing others? (I was about to watch 13 Sins which is the American remake of 13 Beloved, and I think about that creepypasta.)
Seriously, I feel like I'm about to snap, I can't deal with things like that.
My whole life is in that damn cloud, I can't be without it, I write my life in there, it became a large part of me, and everything that worries me, or that I'd like to know about, the internet has what I need.
I have no idea what's wrong with me, and I'm worried about it, so I read a lot only to understand what the hell is wrong with me. And I write about it.
I just can't deal with being this way, I want to shoot myself.
Who knows when the internet will be back?
Nobody.
Do you understand that my mental state depends on the bar amount of the wifi?
I don't have it, I'm insane; I have it, well, I'm not normal, but I'm not on the verge of losing it. So you know what's better.
....
I finished the movie, I didn't like the ending.
Everything else was amazing.
I think I'm going to refill my lemonade cup, and to read some creepypasta, or hear it, probably something new from the pasta of the month section.
Psychological pastas and game-like pastas, for example, well, The Face, and a good game one is NoEnd House, I know that I mention this pasta a lot, but it's only because that it's simply that good!
It's amazing.
I don't find any good pastas, so I'm going to check some boothworld things and then I'd go to sim.
Okay, so far I only found some other people telling their adventures, considering that it's just fictional stories, I assume that there's one woman who used to get calls asking her if it's boothworld, and she just can't stand it anymore.
Even better, if that woman exists (it's a woman because it always was Samantha, always) then she probably looked it up once and decided to mess around with some people...
I know I would've.
......
I was happily simming, and suddenly Yael called.
I didn't answer at first. Then she texted, it was about the topic that I react in the word "We are just thirteen", it's about the very touching topic named "love life", and Yael has a boyfriend, and another guy wants to date her.
And when I did answer I've been told that I have a monotonous voice, by my friend.
Back to the very hot and strange topic, do you remember Michael? That guy who had Social Anxiety (the guy who opened the door for a whole new world for my constant hypochondriac behaviour), well he's her boyfriend.
And another guy, is named Yuval (we'll tell the Yuvals apart, and for this guy the letter is E) wants to date her.
Her cousins arrived at some point, and they heard the conversation, and now I feel like I need to slice my skin now, because of the lovely cousins who've never saw me, ran away from the room, because they were offered to only say "hi" to me.
And people wonder why I'm not happy? Try to be hated by complete strangers!
The funny thing in here (always see the full and empty side of the cup) is that it's not the first time, the first time was with the Noya Brookner saga.
Remember it? That lovely facebook page?
People that I never saw before called me names, they despised me without even knowing me.
I still need to feel pain, but from some reason I only enjoy it when it's a feeling that doesn't fade away quickly, and it can be hidden.
That's why I loved the bracelet scratches I got a long while ago, the ones that I sprayed on them some sort of a liquid that was supposed to cure acne (yay puberty!) and when it touched healthy smooth skin, it'd burn a little, but when it reached a slightly more sensitive area, for example, areas with blood on them, it felt like the area was stabbed by heated needles.
I'm going to empty my bowels.
And to sim.
........
I went to eat, and my mother and brother were eating as well.
My mother asked me what I'm doing on the computer, I answered that I was playing sims, she commented something about that the situation is bad if I'm playing sims, so I defended myself with saying that "There's no internet connection, what else am I supposed to do?".
My brother and I proceeded saying how annoying it is.
And my brother mentioned that it also happened before, I agreed and said that it happened, but not as frequent, and my mother, out of the blue, said in a tone that I found blaming, that I should've said that before.
And I was really offended, because what the hell? I'm sorry that one or two minutes overall of lost connection didn't matter, and I said it to her.
She kept talking with the blaming tone, and at some point I stopped hearing it, the rage was boiling within me.
My dad sat at some point and turned the television on, I asked in a surprised tone "Your television works here?", and my mother asked (with that damn blaming tone) "Your's not?" I said that it doesn't and she started again, blaming me.
I ignored it all, while I just imagined myself cutting deeper than ever, blood flowing out, and everything beside that open wound is out of focus.
I felt my mouth ends curling into a smile and the daydream stopped, I kept on staring on the same spot on the table, but I started thinking that whatever that's happening to me, it's not normal.... It's wicked.
When I finished, I scraped the leftovers to the trashcan, at some point my mother was telling me to stop and that's enough and something else that upsetted me, I responded with telling her that each time that I don't she yells on me that I need to scrape it off.
She told me to stop making dramas, because it's boring.
Well, maybe I should make a fucking tragedy and kill everyone that surrounds me?!
I'm so fucking sick of everything.
Okay, a while passed, I gave today my first good punch, my brother decided to kick me alot, so I ended up just giving him a single punch on his left buttcheek.
He started crying.
I got internet again.
Yet, I'm going to sim happily.
....
Some of my friends and I have a group that we're still active on, it began at the middle or the end of May, and it was a group planned for Yael's birthday and now it's named Cut Ha'Satlan, which sounds a lot like Cut Ha'Satan, which is "satan's cult", but Cut Ha'Satlan, is not cult, because it's misspelled, we can call it 29 if we'd like, but it'd misspelled on purpose, and Ha'Satlan is "the stoner".
We are a bunch of lovely kids that is probably better than most kids our age, why? We're just enjoy being with each other, and the vibe that's made by our hyperactive and add/adhd friends, is super fun, not like the sexually active thirteeners who have no idea about how strange can sex be (incredibly large cock and perfect pair of DD tits and the most perfect pussy is not what happens in the bedrooms of the youth, try more like, awkward times and self-loathing), which makes us be like fucking angels.
Even though one guy sent a hentai picture.
I deleted it, my mother occasionally checks up on my phone... So... Yeah...
....
I felt guilty for quite a while, I'm not sure why.
But I always feels like everything is my fault.
Maybe it's just the education I got, which reminds me that my mother called me spoiled.Bitch, you made me "spoiled". I'm not spoiled, my brother is.
Sure, you can call me plenty of offensive names, but spoiled, well, nope.
Ungrateful, well call me it, I'd be probably torn with guilt and self-loathing, but that's because it's true.
Disgusting, it depends on my mood, but it hurts like hell, I just feel that I'm so awful, that everybody will try to avoid me, and they'll judge me even more, because I'm revolting, my appearance will make people to hurl, and my personality is so awful that the only reason that I have friends is because they pity me (and that feeling of my "friends being with me only because they feel sorry for me" is quite often, that's why I feel alone, even though that I'm surrounded in friends).
And all of them I've been called, by my mother.
Disgusting is something that I feel like it was burnt to my skin, I just remember it, and I just wanted to make everything stop, to break everything, and then to simply cut myself, it was so damn awful, I can't even describe it in the correct way with words.
My already low self esteem got lower, because the base levels of the self esteem I was building, was that my personality isn't that awful, and when you call me disgusting, you're just:
It just hurts a lot.
If thinking about it, she sent me to have some therapeutic sessions for my self harm, but you keep on saying those words to me.
Amusing how ignorant and oblivious people can be.
Especially when they say that they are the ones who are the most aware to the surroundings, and the most caring, and the wisest.
It's like trying to put out a fire with oxygen.
Oh, now the gif has another meaning rather than "ball- your words; cubes- my self esteem", it's like the cubes are logic.
I just feel like shit again, I just feel guilty all the time that I allow myself to feel.
Which sucks.
Okay, a few minutes ago, I invited Maya (not canadian, the one who has the same birthday as I do) to go with me and Shani to Tel Aviv and Dizingof, and when I hung up, I just started understand what have I done, I just said "Oh shit! what have I done? Oh fuck!" because I felt nervous, it was one thing to go with Shani, that I started feeling comfortable around, but with Maya, well, not quite yet, so it sucks!
Seriously, it was bad.
Well, at least I hope that I'd be able to go there, and well.. Enjoy it.
I'm planning to get my furs for my hoodies (black, white, neutral, wacky color, and bits of different ones), some band t-shirts from that awesome shop with the cashier who got flirted with by some woman, and he didn't get that she was flirting with him, and oh, it was lovely.
And if I'd find that patch shop, then I'd probably go to look at it.
I think that from now on, each time that I'd say patch I'd laugh, and if I'd ever see in the news the words "patchy fog" I'd probably cry from laughter.
I just love Hush Hush quotes, and overall books quotes.
You know what I want to do?
Check what I've done last year.
I have one from the twenty seventh and from the twenty ninth, but not from the twenty eighth, oh well.
Guys, is it weird that on Play It I have only 170 views while Poison I got 2986, which means we're almost at three thousand!
From the twenty seventh, 3 Times.
It's really pathetic and awful.
Let's see the twenty ninth.
Okay, that's cute. I thought of myself as a teenager, which makes sense because only a while I learned that I'd rather go by the law, because people during their puberty have a changing self image.
Finishing 1#.
It also was after the bracelet incident.
And it included the finale of "Berries, survivors, I hope you'll make it"
Currently it should be like "It's not over unless I say so... And I did."
Which is epic.
Will you just shut the fuck up?
Dumb teenagers (I'm pretty sure that they are fourteen or fifteen) are near McDonalds, and they are screaming, squealing, yelling, and basically interrupting with their raised voice.
I just want to shoot them.
Like seriously, boys and girls, get a room and make out in there, don't make the noise here.
And I'm only starting, this is middle school, so most of the kids are still virgins (even though that I've heard multiple rumors of a girl jacking off a guy, my response: Couldn't you just do oral? It's more impressive!), just imagine the high school drama and bullshit.
.....
Time passes fast when you waste it.
I am playing Sims 3 and reading things that are relevant to me on Social Anxiety Support forum, and I just see things that some of them can do, and a female did go to her nephew's graduation because he really wanted her to go, but she almost didn't go to her own mother's funeral.
It's awful.
I can't bring myself to return to my old school, say hi to my previous teacher, which really misses me, and I miss her, and I really want to see my brother and sister and some of their friends, some kids that I know and they understood that I'm super weird, and two lovely girls named Shachar and Noya (remember them?), and I have so many people to say hello to, but I can't, I just can't do it.
And I really want to do it when I plan it, but always, at the last moment, I cancel, I back out, no matter what.
And I can't do it for all of my life! Actually I can, but it'd be hard. And quite pathetic.
I'm going inside shyness introversion and social anxiety articles and questions and videos.
So far I see shyness as something I've developed.
I used to be so chill about talking to people and doing everything social until around this year.
I think that it's because what I've done to Gal, ever since she left me, I was terrified that it'd happen again with others, so I just picked to not socialize as much.
So I guess I'm not much of all of the three, I'm just plainly afraid to ruin everything again.
Which makes me to be a plain stupid person who ruins everything that it touches.
I'm sitting now in front of my closet's old pajama area, and I moved it, so now I have empty space that fits perfectly for my laptop, I sit in front of it on my chair.
I'm going to sim a little, I need to make four families for my new game, and each one should include two children one male and one female, and from there I need to start making the whole city, generation by generation.
I'm going to delete school as well, I just hate taking them to school every fucking day, or maybe I'd keep it and they'd just drop out.
.....
Okay, I can't find anything about that specific problem, I feel stressed with strangers around me, but it's even worse with people who're close to me.
Like if I'm going to meet you for a really short term, like an hour or so every once in a while, and it's not a long-term relationship, then I'd probably be more open, especially if the other person is around my age group, which is from seven (no kidding, it happened before) to fifteen, which is weird, it's supposed to be the other way around, right?
And when it's a long-term relationship, I'm more nervous, a lot more nervous, like, the longer that I'd be in this place with them, the worse.
I had multiple reason for wearing baggy hoodies, I always thought that I sweat a lot, I wore them to cover my nonexistent sweat stains, and to hide my body, my disgusting, disproportionate body, and from the habit of hiding my wrists, which doesn't really matter in my case, with my super-shallow cuts that led to perfect skin healing without the need for a lot of scar tissue, which means that the most that I have is one, small, scar, so small that needles are thicker, the width of the 0.5 pencil nibs, and the length of that metal speaker in the top of the iPhone (near the camera and the light sensor).... I forgot what I was describing, oh the scar! Well, it's so small and it's only slightly lighter than my skin, so you'd have to look very closely to spot it.
In the past couple of years, I was around objects that are considered to give cancer, now there are two options, or that my body is extremly magical and powerful, or that all that people say is bullshit.
But I haven't been near ciggarets.
I just don't like the smell of most of them.
I remember one ciggaret that smelled like burnt strawberries, it was one of the sweeter scents that death can have.
I can't stop thinking about Gal, I seriously can't.
When I don't distract myself with at least tow things, like drawing and/or playing sims and/or texting to friends, it's not likely to happen, but sometimes it just takes over me.
I took everything from her, I killed the only person that I'd die for.
There's a thing that's told to people like me, it goes like this: "Kill yourself." and trust me, there's nothing that I'd like to do more, the only reason that I don't do that, is because I need to fix everything before it's too late, and I deserve pain, and my surrounding doesn't have to suffer from the norma of mourning at deaths.
My body is shaking, I'm cranky, I can't stand that thing anymore.
I don't have internet and I'm fucking losing it.
What is it? Some cruel joke by some underground group who enjoys torturing others? (I was about to watch 13 Sins which is the American remake of 13 Beloved, and I think about that creepypasta.)
Seriously, I feel like I'm about to snap, I can't deal with things like that.
My whole life is in that damn cloud, I can't be without it, I write my life in there, it became a large part of me, and everything that worries me, or that I'd like to know about, the internet has what I need.
I have no idea what's wrong with me, and I'm worried about it, so I read a lot only to understand what the hell is wrong with me. And I write about it.
I just can't deal with being this way, I want to shoot myself.
Who knows when the internet will be back?
Nobody.
Do you understand that my mental state depends on the bar amount of the wifi?
I don't have it, I'm insane; I have it, well, I'm not normal, but I'm not on the verge of losing it. So you know what's better.
....
I finished the movie, I didn't like the ending.
Everything else was amazing.
I think I'm going to refill my lemonade cup, and to read some creepypasta, or hear it, probably something new from the pasta of the month section.
Psychological pastas and game-like pastas, for example, well, The Face, and a good game one is NoEnd House, I know that I mention this pasta a lot, but it's only because that it's simply that good!
It's amazing.
I don't find any good pastas, so I'm going to check some boothworld things and then I'd go to sim.
Okay, so far I only found some other people telling their adventures, considering that it's just fictional stories, I assume that there's one woman who used to get calls asking her if it's boothworld, and she just can't stand it anymore.
Even better, if that woman exists (it's a woman because it always was Samantha, always) then she probably looked it up once and decided to mess around with some people...
I know I would've.
......
I was happily simming, and suddenly Yael called.
I didn't answer at first. Then she texted, it was about the topic that I react in the word "We are just thirteen", it's about the very touching topic named "love life", and Yael has a boyfriend, and another guy wants to date her.
And when I did answer I've been told that I have a monotonous voice, by my friend.
Back to the very hot and strange topic, do you remember Michael? That guy who had Social Anxiety (the guy who opened the door for a whole new world for my constant hypochondriac behaviour), well he's her boyfriend.
And another guy, is named Yuval (we'll tell the Yuvals apart, and for this guy the letter is E) wants to date her.
Her cousins arrived at some point, and they heard the conversation, and now I feel like I need to slice my skin now, because of the lovely cousins who've never saw me, ran away from the room, because they were offered to only say "hi" to me.
And people wonder why I'm not happy? Try to be hated by complete strangers!
The funny thing in here (always see the full and empty side of the cup) is that it's not the first time, the first time was with the Noya Brookner saga.
Remember it? That lovely facebook page?
People that I never saw before called me names, they despised me without even knowing me.
I still need to feel pain, but from some reason I only enjoy it when it's a feeling that doesn't fade away quickly, and it can be hidden.
That's why I loved the bracelet scratches I got a long while ago, the ones that I sprayed on them some sort of a liquid that was supposed to cure acne (yay puberty!) and when it touched healthy smooth skin, it'd burn a little, but when it reached a slightly more sensitive area, for example, areas with blood on them, it felt like the area was stabbed by heated needles.
I'm going to empty my bowels.
And to sim.
........
I went to eat, and my mother and brother were eating as well.
My mother asked me what I'm doing on the computer, I answered that I was playing sims, she commented something about that the situation is bad if I'm playing sims, so I defended myself with saying that "There's no internet connection, what else am I supposed to do?".
My brother and I proceeded saying how annoying it is.
And my brother mentioned that it also happened before, I agreed and said that it happened, but not as frequent, and my mother, out of the blue, said in a tone that I found blaming, that I should've said that before.
And I was really offended, because what the hell? I'm sorry that one or two minutes overall of lost connection didn't matter, and I said it to her.
She kept talking with the blaming tone, and at some point I stopped hearing it, the rage was boiling within me.
My dad sat at some point and turned the television on, I asked in a surprised tone "Your television works here?", and my mother asked (with that damn blaming tone) "Your's not?" I said that it doesn't and she started again, blaming me.
I ignored it all, while I just imagined myself cutting deeper than ever, blood flowing out, and everything beside that open wound is out of focus.
I felt my mouth ends curling into a smile and the daydream stopped, I kept on staring on the same spot on the table, but I started thinking that whatever that's happening to me, it's not normal.... It's wicked.
When I finished, I scraped the leftovers to the trashcan, at some point my mother was telling me to stop and that's enough and something else that upsetted me, I responded with telling her that each time that I don't she yells on me that I need to scrape it off.
She told me to stop making dramas, because it's boring.
Well, maybe I should make a fucking tragedy and kill everyone that surrounds me?!
I'm so fucking sick of everything.
Okay, a while passed, I gave today my first good punch, my brother decided to kick me alot, so I ended up just giving him a single punch on his left buttcheek.
He started crying.
I got internet again.
Yet, I'm going to sim happily.
....
Some of my friends and I have a group that we're still active on, it began at the middle or the end of May, and it was a group planned for Yael's birthday and now it's named Cut Ha'Satlan, which sounds a lot like Cut Ha'Satan, which is "satan's cult", but Cut Ha'Satlan, is not cult, because it's misspelled, we can call it 29 if we'd like, but it'd misspelled on purpose, and Ha'Satlan is "the stoner".
We are a bunch of lovely kids that is probably better than most kids our age, why? We're just enjoy being with each other, and the vibe that's made by our hyperactive and add/adhd friends, is super fun, not like the sexually active thirteeners who have no idea about how strange can sex be (incredibly large cock and perfect pair of DD tits and the most perfect pussy is not what happens in the bedrooms of the youth, try more like, awkward times and self-loathing), which makes us be like fucking angels.
Even though one guy sent a hentai picture.
I deleted it, my mother occasionally checks up on my phone... So... Yeah...
....
I felt guilty for quite a while, I'm not sure why.
But I always feels like everything is my fault.
Maybe it's just the education I got, which reminds me that my mother called me spoiled.Bitch, you made me "spoiled". I'm not spoiled, my brother is.
Sure, you can call me plenty of offensive names, but spoiled, well, nope.
Ungrateful, well call me it, I'd be probably torn with guilt and self-loathing, but that's because it's true.
Disgusting, it depends on my mood, but it hurts like hell, I just feel that I'm so awful, that everybody will try to avoid me, and they'll judge me even more, because I'm revolting, my appearance will make people to hurl, and my personality is so awful that the only reason that I have friends is because they pity me (and that feeling of my "friends being with me only because they feel sorry for me" is quite often, that's why I feel alone, even though that I'm surrounded in friends).
And all of them I've been called, by my mother.
Disgusting is something that I feel like it was burnt to my skin, I just remember it, and I just wanted to make everything stop, to break everything, and then to simply cut myself, it was so damn awful, I can't even describe it in the correct way with words.
My already low self esteem got lower, because the base levels of the self esteem I was building, was that my personality isn't that awful, and when you call me disgusting, you're just:
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If thinking about it, she sent me to have some therapeutic sessions for my self harm, but you keep on saying those words to me.
Amusing how ignorant and oblivious people can be.
Especially when they say that they are the ones who are the most aware to the surroundings, and the most caring, and the wisest.
It's like trying to put out a fire with oxygen.
Oh, now the gif has another meaning rather than "ball- your words; cubes- my self esteem", it's like the cubes are logic.
I just feel like shit again, I just feel guilty all the time that I allow myself to feel.
Which sucks.
Okay, a few minutes ago, I invited Maya (not canadian, the one who has the same birthday as I do) to go with me and Shani to Tel Aviv and Dizingof, and when I hung up, I just started understand what have I done, I just said "Oh shit! what have I done? Oh fuck!" because I felt nervous, it was one thing to go with Shani, that I started feeling comfortable around, but with Maya, well, not quite yet, so it sucks!
Seriously, it was bad.
Well, at least I hope that I'd be able to go there, and well.. Enjoy it.
I'm planning to get my furs for my hoodies (black, white, neutral, wacky color, and bits of different ones), some band t-shirts from that awesome shop with the cashier who got flirted with by some woman, and he didn't get that she was flirting with him, and oh, it was lovely.
And if I'd find that patch shop, then I'd probably go to look at it.
I think that from now on, each time that I'd say patch I'd laugh, and if I'd ever see in the news the words "patchy fog" I'd probably cry from laughter.
I just love Hush Hush quotes, and overall books quotes.
You know what I want to do?
Check what I've done last year.
I have one from the twenty seventh and from the twenty ninth, but not from the twenty eighth, oh well.
Guys, is it weird that on Play It I have only 170 views while Poison I got 2986, which means we're almost at three thousand!
From the twenty seventh, 3 Times.
It's really pathetic and awful.
Let's see the twenty ninth.
Okay, that's cute. I thought of myself as a teenager, which makes sense because only a while I learned that I'd rather go by the law, because people during their puberty have a changing self image.
Finishing 1#.
It also was after the bracelet incident.
And it included the finale of "Berries, survivors, I hope you'll make it"
Currently it should be like "It's not over unless I say so... And I did."
Which is epic.
Will you just shut the fuck up?
Dumb teenagers (I'm pretty sure that they are fourteen or fifteen) are near McDonalds, and they are screaming, squealing, yelling, and basically interrupting with their raised voice.
I just want to shoot them.
Like seriously, boys and girls, get a room and make out in there, don't make the noise here.
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