Saturday, September 6, 2014

I have now my Growlithe as my crusor!
It's really cool, I got also a bunch of other pokemons, but I didn't fix them yet.
I was chatting with my stipsing friends, especially I'd Rather Go Slo, because we're a lot alike and she cranks me up all the time!
She also plays AQW, and knows One Eyed Doll, she's a female (what?! really?! because we couldn't guess it when you said "she"!), and she has a low trustability number, something that I'd probably get I enjoy her conversations, she has a very similar talking style, which is the mixture between very high level of language, to more street-like, but with extreme sarcasm and adding it proper things like... Well, in Hebrew we got these words that letters get skipped on while speaking, and these words who are combined together to create a more quick and threatening sentence.

I also talked with two males, and they both suggested sexual things, I told them that they better watch out, because guys, there are sex assaulters and pedophile hunters, and they are going to ruin your life even though that you were pretty much innocence and just horny, but I scared the shit out of the thirteener that talked with me.

And I also chatted with a girl, my age, a lot like me, but she's like soggy and sad and I'm not (I blame saying the name "Choccy-Woccy-Doo-Dah" multiple times in a week!) which I replied with "Hey, are you breathing?", which is legitimate question that my friends and I ask each other, similar to "what's up?" or "awake?", we also have "alive?", but we also reply sarcastically or simply.
She gave me, "Yes, barely..."
And that's guys why I don't stick with emos and refuse to interact with one, even though that Dabush tells me all the time that I have somebody to meet.


Okay, I was in the livingroom for quite a while, I was blocked once again (There's a "Stips Loyal" person who deletes everything that I and other "anarchists" like me, Go Slo is one, I joked about it and we're now the "anarchistips" because that pretty much what we do by the shitty loyals.) And I opened the Israeli joke site, being told that I need to tell two jokes to my brother.
I started and tried to find good ones that don't involve anything that doesn't involve adult material.
I found one that made me laugh.
German, British, and Israeli are together in a restaurant with their wives.
The British says to his wife "Bring me the sugar, Sugar."
The German says to his wife "Pass me the honey, Honey."
The Israeli says to his wife "Give me the steak, Cow!"

I feel like shit.
I'm sorry, it's just that sometimes I wake up and understand that my opinions are discarded by everyone. It's so rude and makes me think that everybody hates me, just because of what I think.
I just get pissed off, and angry, and I can't stand these people, I mean, the only crowds that actually say something is extremists hooligans who should fuck off!
I mean, they are psychos! They are all extremists.

I guess I'm going to critcise other works and complain about how awful coping and attention seeking methods among our youth is.
And that's pretty damn awful!

There are two three four kinds.

First of all, the naive girly girl blogs, which please, you preach bullshit and just think dumb, do you think that these so-called "romantic" relationships now are serious? That you actually know what love and falling in love is? I'd hate to break it to you, but you don't, I don't, all I know is that I love one girl and I ruined everything.

Secondly, the obvious, pro ana movement that sickens me. Why am I such a hypocrite? Because they are here just for being "ana" and getting 'ttention, and just being Yali number two, seeking for fucking compliments.

Three, the not-an-outcast "outcasts", which is pretty much "I'm unique" even though that everybody else "unique" self is the same. Pretty much the hipster zone that I bother to hate each time I see them.

And lastly, how not, the 08' emos and/or "my life's a bitch and then I'll die", which is pretty much annoying, they usually have the typical '08 behaviour and they are all the same... Oh, there's one picture that's like girls who are all the same in pink, and one girl in black and white, with error written on her forehead, because all the rest apply make up and only she reads books.
It took me around ten minutes that looked like eternity, but here it is.

http://colorfully.eu/factory-error/

Each one is worse than the other.
I just hate how they all attempt to show how different they are. They are worse then these so called clones, they are like clones without any bit of self awareness!

I know I probably have too many females who are basically identical to me in every possible aspect.
I mean, enough to make the people worried about us more than the "new world order".


Oh wait, there are five types in the teenager blog area.

The real ones.


And I... Just feel very envious.



I don't know really why, but I really want to just shut both of my nostrils, and stop breathing.
I had this weird feeling like my breathing is too shallow and too short, but still very normal.
It's coming back, fuck.



Okay, it's nine and nine minutes pm.
I want to hurt somebody.
One fat boy who feels shitty and decided it's time to call my sister ugly and weird.
That explained why she was crying all day long.
I thought she was just hormonal and that she did something not perfectly (she's a perfectionist, just like I was, but instead doing with it something -like I did, and look how good I was at that... not- she's continuing) but now, now I'd love to get my revenge.
I don't need another one thinking about suicide at the sixth grade, I don't want her to be insulted on daily basis and pretend that she doesn't care until she goes to her bed and cries.

I'm reading now about preteen and teen suicide articles.
Why am I doing it to myself? Because I have to.
I need to protect others from doing so.
I want them, the ones who are unsure, the ones who will question their existence, and I hope that they'll understand that if they go, they will leave so many.

And now  I think about it.
Who would actually fucking miss me, at some point they'd get over it and nobody would remember me whatsoever.
I may or may not be buried as every other person who was born Jewish and dies Jewish. (In Judaism, you're Jewish even if you don't really want to, it means that every female descendant of mine is Jewish whether she likes it or not.)
If it'd go famous (famous enough to be written in the news and have a couple of comments that get likes, sending prayers, saying foolish things that will get disliked by many) then Kadisha would know that it's suicide and I would be buried as every other blasphemous fucker around, outside the graveyard, just outside the spot.
And if it wouldn't, then cheers, I'm in.



I just read that, once again, a third wants to leave Israel.
I mean, the life in here is pretty shitty, you can't really sugar coat it enough.
It's hard, you have to be incredibly lucky or outstandingly brilliant to buy an apartment in a good place these days, and still make living.
I'd rather live in here and rebuild this land

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