Friday, December 26, 2014
Admitted
If someone admits they were bad to me but doesn't care, they love those who they are nice to but have hatred coupled to love with the other. Ha ha ha. Maybe, that's not concretely true in some sense, but it is in another or at least another way. It's not like things changed. At the same time, they love one and hate another.
I know what they did.
That's like illuminating me in the middle of something so people can say they don't like me there.
Wondering .. Apology
Sorry about the person getting attention, tis fine. I think tho that something has gone a step higher, f.y.i.
No Authority
I don't care if you come from yappety yap England. You don't "pro ceed to carry out your plan." Like you're all in charge. How amateurish! What do you think, anyone? There are cute people from England a-plenty. I hate the ones who are all into the US. Well, the way it seems to be going. They just delve in for the "bad stuff."
Cursing
I did try to leave out more cursing. What about *beep* doesn't matter. Does it? I've had people curse at me for no reason, and I don't get mad cuz it's not like these people attacking me.. I don't think it's okay. They are pampering this other person. Why couldn't my dad just get over himself?
Problem
They made me so mad that when I closed my garage door the inside one that muffles I did loudly. Wonder how this'll affect me. I did it quickly without thinking..
I can't get that feeling out, My dad's been super elated. That person keeps posting shit to me like it's an exercise. WELL I SAID YOU WERE BAD!
I can't get that feeling out, My dad's been super elated. That person keeps posting shit to me like it's an exercise. WELL I SAID YOU WERE BAD!
Problem
THIS PERSON KEEPS BEING MEAN TO ME. AN IMAGE OF MY DAD CARRYING ME STUCK IN MY DAD'S HEAD ALL SUPPER. QUIT TOUCHING MY PARTS! Now, they are actively including this other person, too, and as better. Like I did something. And it's just *beep*
I AM NOT BEING NICE TO YOU FOR THIS, YOU ARE MISTAKEN!
I AM NOT BEING NICE TO YOU FOR THIS, YOU ARE MISTAKEN!
Problem
Like the noises someone put in my room, you cannot go and tell me what color to make my skin (yellow.) Can anyone explain this radicality? The lunacy? It doesn't make sense. They are trying to punish me with big things. I just posted something on my mobile blog about how my dad drove yesterday. Sometimes, I post about where I am, usually if I'm alone. Supposedly, someone else is shitting me this, too. I will not take this, you. You will stop right now. I'm not gonna lose my relationships, too. Git yer annoying nose outta my Goddamn hole, you!
A Note on People Concerning Ellen
Why not think of what's really important to you, not a who to blame specifically but a what. What do you think of the Late Boom generation??
Problem
I posted about what my dad did when he went with me somewhere, and I got the stupid, cruel, flippant message that I should make my skin yellow when I like white and pink and some tan. I feel like a spider is dropping in next to me while I try to have had a good Christmas. This person ruined it, took part in somewhat strange gifts and other big things. They won't be nice to me and also won't leave me alone so I can live my life happily.. I was saying it's good to take a break from things and come back. I am not the emotional beggar in this scenario. It's more than obvious. This person plays around, like, "Gimme a sandwich," for instance. What does that say about a person? "Gimme, gimme, gimme." This person provides a small amount of emotion to others, as well. Or is it that most people are really shit themselves? I think most people are, but I don't mean ill will.
I get down
bin layin off the m***********. Like my diet. I'm not hungry for desserts now.. a stressful day, thought everyone who gave me a racial slur was a n***** or s***. Guess they don't take to that which they beckon unto themselves.
I shudder at what my singing will be like, skipped a day, alas.
I shudder at what my singing will be like, skipped a day, alas.
Thursday, December 25, 2014
In the car
Thanks to someone I got an partly sorta unbearable "ride."
All these supposedly good people for me result in my dad getting "giddy" but over me.
There's no one like it.
Only 1 person is voluntarily extra mean to me in ways others don't believe, and I'm tired of being told I follow this.
Story
There was a girl named Rebecca with light gold hair and greenish blue eyes. She was 14 and wearing a sky blue dress.
There was a boy named Jonathan who was 20.
There were other friends younger, as well.
It was Chrstmastime, and the lake was opened for skating.
Rebecca wondered, should she get a pet? Sure! What kind, a dog or cat, she did not know. She sidled off to the lake and enjoyed trying to skate but was able to remain on her feet. After she was done, she ran to the group house filled with people, who were still successful and it was a huge house. Some people just liked to make their way helping out. It was time to open Secret Santas. She had a box and inside was a ticket in order to go somewhere and pick out a pet. She said she wanted to go to the pet shelter, run by some lively boys who loved life. She went off alone, a smile on her face. She saw the cutest thing. They said they called him Tiny Tim. It was a cat! A cat with a limp. It was so sweet. It hobbled along. It was pretty, actually, with cream and tan. It's face was not as punched in. The tail was rather thick, like a wild cat.
So, she took it home and fed it milk and it survived very well. :)
Rebecca had another friend, a lady who was 30. She was gone. She found Jonathan and asked ot take a walk and he came, to her surprise and pleasure. They talked about the romance of life. Sometimes, he touched her, and she learned to smile more at him and about life. She was feeling uppity in joy of her disabled, cute, wild-looking, fancy cat.
There was a boy named Jonathan who was 20.
There were other friends younger, as well.
It was Chrstmastime, and the lake was opened for skating.
Rebecca wondered, should she get a pet? Sure! What kind, a dog or cat, she did not know. She sidled off to the lake and enjoyed trying to skate but was able to remain on her feet. After she was done, she ran to the group house filled with people, who were still successful and it was a huge house. Some people just liked to make their way helping out. It was time to open Secret Santas. She had a box and inside was a ticket in order to go somewhere and pick out a pet. She said she wanted to go to the pet shelter, run by some lively boys who loved life. She went off alone, a smile on her face. She saw the cutest thing. They said they called him Tiny Tim. It was a cat! A cat with a limp. It was so sweet. It hobbled along. It was pretty, actually, with cream and tan. It's face was not as punched in. The tail was rather thick, like a wild cat.
So, she took it home and fed it milk and it survived very well. :)
Rebecca had another friend, a lady who was 30. She was gone. She found Jonathan and asked ot take a walk and he came, to her surprise and pleasure. They talked about the romance of life. Sometimes, he touched her, and she learned to smile more at him and about life. She was feeling uppity in joy of her disabled, cute, wild-looking, fancy cat.
What Really Happened
My dad had me do it. He kept acting irritatingly around me. I am tired of the signs.
A Pathetic Report
People are rubbing in I can't "have" a person, as usual, whatever that means, if I hit something or suddenly if I think of something violent. I don't really live to do that.
Something hit me.
Everyone likes Ellen better than their spouse/partner in some way. I don't admire Portia for acting like it was a hard choice to say yes to Ellen cuz something better might come along .. cuz nothing will. :p No hard feelings, just talking.
Wednesday, December 24, 2014
So, Something Important
Someone might be behind these extremely insulting, perverted messages. I thought it was a general consensus. This is so stupid. It's wrong. My mom got cancer. Did she want it? Probably not!
It's not totally stupid, but I don't see why anyone would wanna do all this for someone like me.. I get the feeling they are doing it for someone else in a different way, too, or others, but no one seems to feel totally privileged when they talk to me.
Stupid is just the word used to apply to this. It's just wrong? That's stupid, too. Some people just don't wanna say stupid. I don't get all funny about it, but some people when they say it sound awkward. Why is this stupid? Under the bandaid is a bunch of being mean to me.
It's not totally stupid, but I don't see why anyone would wanna do all this for someone like me.. I get the feeling they are doing it for someone else in a different way, too, or others, but no one seems to feel totally privileged when they talk to me.
Stupid is just the word used to apply to this. It's just wrong? That's stupid, too. Some people just don't wanna say stupid. I don't get all funny about it, but some people when they say it sound awkward. Why is this stupid? Under the bandaid is a bunch of being mean to me.
It could also mean the opposite.
If something happens, something related doesn't have to happen. It could have been for the other reason.
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