I think there's like a smudge or scratch in my glass I saw before.
So, I'm not gonna act like me getting uppity is a mistake "because I'm not white" BECAUSE I AM MORE WHITER THAN YOU.
Why is it really just okay if you say something bad if it's to flip off another idea? LOOK I DON'T CARE.
Okay, I was in bed. I need to make like a long scarf and attack a stuffed animal at the end. Oh ... So, I was in bed and trying to feel and had to connect myself to experiences and secret messages, and they were plentiful with stops, too. I went to bed, and I must have had an okay sleep. I woke up about 14 hours later (went to bed after I went home and changed and went to the bathroom of course) and my dad was home eating his lunch. I felt bothered, maybe should not have. I broke down because I couldn't feel like before, and it rather upsets me when bozos do this or whatever. So, I looked really pretty
hen I woke up. I took a picture and recorded myself singing a theater song before. Anyway, so, I went to bed finally, a bit more easily and had a bad dream of a fat woman, supposedly Ginny Kopf, not realizing all the while she's much fatter, like my therapist, a small|part Italian I know from Miami, supposedly, rather plain. (Sounds suspicious for Orlando.) I don't know why, but I got a therapist after I started cursing on my blog, probably would get 1 anyway I just realized, which doesn't really tell me anything. I mean, I still got 1, and the experience, while good, seemed to have a negative effect, though I still actually want to see her if I'm not too tired. I mean, if my classes aren't dropped I can still sleep all day since weight training is cancelled. Not sure if weight training at that time was a good idea, but it's in the morning. I was gonna do homework all day but realized I'm sick. I only have classes twice a week. So, yea, I kept trying to literally ending up fantasizing that this fat woman with supposedly California heritage like with Helena Bonham Carter's dad being English affecting me while I was imagining that she wanted to carry me for some reason, in ways to be nice but never really "doing it." It was sorta tacky. Anyway, so I found my brother was home somehow eventually, sorta a dark scene like a TV and microwave, small, neat maybe Orlando-style house. He was watching TV, maybe getting secret popcorn, maybe actually had video games rather than PC games. So, I crept to a back porch, which I guess ... oh, there was a like ridge but no fence like "our old house" had. I saw from before too a house with a dark blue wall and a TV and a kinda like Chinese-hyped up boy in it I couldn't see, probably thinking or like saying "you'll be sorry." So, then I heard something about "feet" but just got the message, didn't hear anything. I saw above me a spectre, a large white bird with maybe yellow tips and a yellow crest! I wanted it to come and it came in sync. I held it. At college, I was the only 1 who picked up the chinchilla, and the leash choked it as I brought it to me. "I choked the chinchilla." So, like it's claws were a great stress and it's beak could also stressfully snap me. Somehow, I guess it turned into a porch and I locked it out and didn't realize what it was but was like stapling a tent opening together so it wouldn't escape. My mom got a little bird cage, it it was depressingly small and it about squeezed out. We tried to pour it into the dog cage, but it seemed it would get out. I think the lady came back, and then I felt stimulated like what California supposedly does and I supposedly don't. So, I woke up looking like a nigger with a tight face but round eyes. I blame my dad. I said I was so upset. Yesterday, I got upset when the weight class didn't start until February, thought my parents did it. Guess it's a Valencia precaution but you know not really. That's what bothers me. So, I pretty much let out and felt ill toward my dad. I was uppity with the people I spoke with. I attacked a black, fat lady for lying to me. I said okay to the dean for the rules she spouted but asked for proof. Also, my mom didn't text me back about the classes, so I don't know what she did. I forgot to tell her I'm not allowed to stay in the classes I don't pay for. So, if I stay, I won't be in Voice for the Actor. Also, I counted recently and came to the realization it'd be an issue that I'd be exactly ½ the teacher's age as the semester ends. Didn't bother counting and don't know her birth year but that unless she graduated early it's 1958. Also, I don't care what my dad thinks about his mom, that he has to punish me "for being a nigger" like thems. There's nothing wrong with being assertive and mad when someone attacks you. What if they didn't? Well, er, then no one could be mad like them. That's that. And, no, I'm not a nigger to say that means I think that what I do in relation to my mom doesn't matter because other people think I don't matter and that I shouldn't think I do. That's just bs of them saying maybe if something is harmful it's strict. I said that before I think that means|= mental disease. So, yes, the er dream was really bad and long. I was relieved to wake up and find that it wasn't Ginny Kopf but in a way it seems like the people we've been with matter. Oh, also, my dad called my mom a nigger but not literally because of the STUPID "baby jew" thing, what an idiot, what a worthless piece of shit. He's just a stupid pos. He's just going for "the most." Why is he even talking to me? He must be stupid. I don't have to have anything to do with his fat kind of ***. Hey, look, I got mad, again, and it's also something I just addressed. It's not the best idea, but I don't believe curse words are bad. SO GO TO HELL NIGGA. ':0 I don't try to offend people, but some people are just offensive creatures. That doesn't really need to pertain to "any solid thing" I just did because I'm not from California. I just realized L.A. is tacky. I don't like N.Y.C. It's just niggers. I just realized that people think that ... wait I got another insulting message about someone I care about. YOU DON'T MATTER. YOU'RE A MISTAKE. I realized I know that people calculate the wrong things and assume I'm wrong. I realized people think I don't matter, though I know in the end they think so. They think that I'm just not good enough. I think they're wrong, and I don't believe in pretending. That idea had some punch but time to eat nigger. Oh and I guess I just got mad about protecting someone. Um, I was mad because it's not funny. It seems everyone matters. Don't worry, I still care. About your logic. But I don't like the negative idea! WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU NIGGER. You're the 1 who thinks cursing is exciting. I also realized that Nell Burton has to have the fantasies of Nell Burton, but I don't agree because Tim Burton said it and he doesn't have to and he's a nigger to me already. :p Because he's torturing his daughter.
So, I'm not gonna act like me getting uppity is a mistake "because I'm not white" BECAUSE I AM MORE WHITER THAN YOU.
Why is it really just okay if you say something bad if it's to flip off another idea? LOOK I DON'T CARE.
Okay, I was in bed. I need to make like a long scarf and attack a stuffed animal at the end. Oh ... So, I was in bed and trying to feel and had to connect myself to experiences and secret messages, and they were plentiful with stops, too. I went to bed, and I must have had an okay sleep. I woke up about 14 hours later (went to bed after I went home and changed and went to the bathroom of course) and my dad was home eating his lunch. I felt bothered, maybe should not have. I broke down because I couldn't feel like before, and it rather upsets me when bozos do this or whatever. So, I looked really pretty
hen I woke up. I took a picture and recorded myself singing a theater song before. Anyway, so, I went to bed finally, a bit more easily and had a bad dream of a fat woman, supposedly Ginny Kopf, not realizing all the while she's much fatter, like my therapist, a small|part Italian I know from Miami, supposedly, rather plain. (Sounds suspicious for Orlando.) I don't know why, but I got a therapist after I started cursing on my blog, probably would get 1 anyway I just realized, which doesn't really tell me anything. I mean, I still got 1, and the experience, while good, seemed to have a negative effect, though I still actually want to see her if I'm not too tired. I mean, if my classes aren't dropped I can still sleep all day since weight training is cancelled. Not sure if weight training at that time was a good idea, but it's in the morning. I was gonna do homework all day but realized I'm sick. I only have classes twice a week. So, yea, I kept trying to literally ending up fantasizing that this fat woman with supposedly California heritage like with Helena Bonham Carter's dad being English affecting me while I was imagining that she wanted to carry me for some reason, in ways to be nice but never really "doing it." It was sorta tacky. Anyway, so I found my brother was home somehow eventually, sorta a dark scene like a TV and microwave, small, neat maybe Orlando-style house. He was watching TV, maybe getting secret popcorn, maybe actually had video games rather than PC games. So, I crept to a back porch, which I guess ... oh, there was a like ridge but no fence like "our old house" had. I saw from before too a house with a dark blue wall and a TV and a kinda like Chinese-hyped up boy in it I couldn't see, probably thinking or like saying "you'll be sorry." So, then I heard something about "feet" but just got the message, didn't hear anything. I saw above me a spectre, a large white bird with maybe yellow tips and a yellow crest! I wanted it to come and it came in sync. I held it. At college, I was the only 1 who picked up the chinchilla, and the leash choked it as I brought it to me. "I choked the chinchilla." So, like it's claws were a great stress and it's beak could also stressfully snap me. Somehow, I guess it turned into a porch and I locked it out and didn't realize what it was but was like stapling a tent opening together so it wouldn't escape. My mom got a little bird cage, it it was depressingly small and it about squeezed out. We tried to pour it into the dog cage, but it seemed it would get out. I think the lady came back, and then I felt stimulated like what California supposedly does and I supposedly don't. So, I woke up looking like a nigger with a tight face but round eyes. I blame my dad. I said I was so upset. Yesterday, I got upset when the weight class didn't start until February, thought my parents did it. Guess it's a Valencia precaution but you know not really. That's what bothers me. So, I pretty much let out and felt ill toward my dad. I was uppity with the people I spoke with. I attacked a black, fat lady for lying to me. I said okay to the dean for the rules she spouted but asked for proof. Also, my mom didn't text me back about the classes, so I don't know what she did. I forgot to tell her I'm not allowed to stay in the classes I don't pay for. So, if I stay, I won't be in Voice for the Actor. Also, I counted recently and came to the realization it'd be an issue that I'd be exactly ½ the teacher's age as the semester ends. Didn't bother counting and don't know her birth year but that unless she graduated early it's 1958. Also, I don't care what my dad thinks about his mom, that he has to punish me "for being a nigger" like thems. There's nothing wrong with being assertive and mad when someone attacks you. What if they didn't? Well, er, then no one could be mad like them. That's that. And, no, I'm not a nigger to say that means I think that what I do in relation to my mom doesn't matter because other people think I don't matter and that I shouldn't think I do. That's just bs of them saying maybe if something is harmful it's strict. I said that before I think that means|= mental disease. So, yes, the er dream was really bad and long. I was relieved to wake up and find that it wasn't Ginny Kopf but in a way it seems like the people we've been with matter. Oh, also, my dad called my mom a nigger but not literally because of the STUPID "baby jew" thing, what an idiot, what a worthless piece of shit. He's just a stupid pos. He's just going for "the most." Why is he even talking to me? He must be stupid. I don't have to have anything to do with his fat kind of ***. Hey, look, I got mad, again, and it's also something I just addressed. It's not the best idea, but I don't believe curse words are bad. SO GO TO HELL NIGGA. ':0 I don't try to offend people, but some people are just offensive creatures. That doesn't really need to pertain to "any solid thing" I just did because I'm not from California. I just realized L.A. is tacky. I don't like N.Y.C. It's just niggers. I just realized that people think that ... wait I got another insulting message about someone I care about. YOU DON'T MATTER. YOU'RE A MISTAKE. I realized I know that people calculate the wrong things and assume I'm wrong. I realized people think I don't matter, though I know in the end they think so. They think that I'm just not good enough. I think they're wrong, and I don't believe in pretending. That idea had some punch but time to eat nigger. Oh and I guess I just got mad about protecting someone. Um, I was mad because it's not funny. It seems everyone matters. Don't worry, I still care. About your logic. But I don't like the negative idea! WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU NIGGER. You're the 1 who thinks cursing is exciting. I also realized that Nell Burton has to have the fantasies of Nell Burton, but I don't agree because Tim Burton said it and he doesn't have to and he's a nigger to me already. :p Because he's torturing his daughter.