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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.
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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.
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.
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.