The awkward moment when you and your friends are talking about alcohol and party hard tonight and your mother is right behind you
And you are like
December 2010
This is the last day of this year.
And I want to kill myself.
I spend almost a whole year pursuing a dream. A dream that I thought it couldn’t be that hard. Not at all.
But yesterday I realized all, ALL I’ve done is in vain. It’s useless.
I’m likely other girl. One of so many girls, those strange people who have a vagina instead of a penis, that think about idon’tevenknowwhat and theyallscaremeforsomereason.
I tried to leave a mark in his life. Something that would identify me, something that would make me different.
But it was all in vain. I feel we’re like Tom and Jerry, but worse.
This is a shit. I don’t wanna carry this feeling.
I was better when I didn’t give a fuck about it.
When I thought like him.
Dah, fuck ironies.
A Clitoris is actually an undeveloped penis; since we all, at some point, are both male and female in the uterus, before the dominate gene takes over, the penis on a female and a male is actually the same. And once the dominate gene takes over for a male, the clit actually develops into a penis, so technically, when a girl says: suck my dick… I guess it’s kinda politically correct…
Mis abuelos están viendo pelis del oeste.
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Okay sorry but I don't like it when people compare All Time Low with Panic! at the Disco.
I’m not hating or anything but I listen a couple of songs and I can’t understand why people compare them. They are totally diferent, and also:
- They are not the new Panic! at the Disco.
- And they won’t.
And IMHO, Panic! »»> ATL.
Just three days.
And the best year I’ve ever lived so far is leaving.
I don’t want to. I don’t want to say goodbye to all these moments. I think I will cry when I eat those twelve grips. Probably.
I have to reach my dream. I’ve only got three days. Three fucking days. But I guess i could.
In my birthday I set myself that goal. It was ten months ago.
I know I can. I can. I could manage with harder things.
And this, this is so much easier.
I will get it.
To all the people who said "i dunno why u celebrate xmas if ur no christian blahblahblah"
You’re all going to suck my cunt.
I don’t care if I’m atheist. All my family is going to celebrate this. It’s the only time of year we all can be together. Without bad feelings, without the fear of knowing that, at any moment, we may start an argument, ending up like shit, crying, and hurting each other.
And know what? My parents are divorced. We’re not a family anymore. I can’t be with all of them. I can feel the tension in the air at every moment. At my birthday, at my bother’s birhday. At my sister’s birthday.
At any moment. We can’t celebrate a fucking birthday all together because of that.
Christmas makes us forget our situation. We can smile because it’s a popular festivus. We can feel the love, laugh. I feel so much happier and more relaxed than I usually am. It sounds sad, but I’d rather to make the most of these days than be in my haouse, alone, while all my family is wondering why I’m not with them.
Stop saying that foolishness, okay? I don’t believe in Jesus Christ either in God either in those shitty imaginary friends. I celebrate Christmas because I want to. Because I feel so much better sharing all these feelings with those I love. Those days are the only ones I can use to do this.
Shut the fuck up. It’s not my problem if you want to pass these holidays embittered, complaining of all those people who are outside, having a good time. I want to celebrate it, it’s a tradition. Nowadays even atheists celebrate it.
So leave me alone. I can do what I want with my life.
