July's 10th

I'm at the water park. 

Guess what?

I fucking hate water. 

I hate being nude near people ("Never Nude"trait, I also hate being near to familiar people this way, reminds me of the probing inspection I got after the discovering of my self harm) and on top of that I hate pools because of the bugs and chemicals (chemicals should get in my body in only one way, medication.)

I hate beaches because of... Well... Bitches and gangsters (aars) and everything is always covered in weird garbage and cigarette butts, it's pretty much the filthiest place in Israel. 

Okay, the chlorine's smell repels me. 

Okay, Ailail came to me and said that the brother of Miley Cyrus makes metal. 

I wanted to hear it. 

She let me. 

She gave me his synth pop album. 

I just laughed. 

I looked on Wikipedia (as I always do); he makes pop-rock, emo (2008's emo?), alternative rock, synth pop and electro. 

I think that it's 2008's emo, since the u started at 2010 and it was on... Drumroll.... MySpace. 

MySpace is dead. 

It died a little before Facebook rose to the social media. 

And Facebook is dying. 

Google plus could've been good, but they should've attract attention to eat at the ending of Facebook. 

And they've forced google plus on YouTube; the fools. 

I've made a nickname for Ailail. 

She calls me darkness (it's awful) and I call her "strawberry shortcake". 

I know, no need to tell me... I suck at making nicknames in order to irritate others. 

I hate being at the mall. 

So many people. 

Oh! It reminds me of something!

At the museum, at some point, I just started to breath weirdly, I was short of breath, and I had to stop breathing near two guys that would've think that I'd have a crush on, and it was really awkward. 

I'm now leaning on some column, exactly between a plant and a sign. 

Currently, I enjoy being in this place, like, the hidden spot. 

I still hate the mall. 

It has only one perk; you can actually try the sizes, in different of online shopping. 

I want to sit down because the vans that I wear are starting to hurt my feet, but I won't; too 2008's emo for me. 

I'm serious, the whole look I have just screams it (pun) and it annoys me. 

Even when I wear those bracelets of bands, and I look like a fucking super-excited-and-hormonal-pop-punk-bitch it annoys the shit out of me. 

I'm sitting now. 

My legs are bowed, so I won't fall off; I hate it. 

I was just told to get up. 

Yippie. 

I'm starting to feel hate towards those extra happy and hormonal tweenagers that I call "friends".