Christina Barrett

WHAT?

STOP! You think because I'm nice I'm just trying to be better and am bad and you're racist!

I am not a nigger!

Someone is being annoying! I can have friends, too. I am not a nigger!

I just got mad. Like someone else. Before Frankenweenie. Looking at clothes. And for some reason I thought of the number "2" in the reactions under my blog post... I felt I was shouting like air, like my dad was knocking me out, like I thought when he might had been driving, thinking of his mom, saying "Oh," reminds me of having a little hole in the middle of your lips.

It was about putting an outfit together someone made. (My mom's mom was a tailor and partly a nun.) She gave me a black dress with sequins I posted about that I don't ... wait a picture of me in sequins I don't have a picture of. Something on a minor social networking site. Pinterest..

SHUT UP YOU "IDIOT"

I thought of a computing math thing in my butt. That was in the story I wrote.

Oh, and Ellen DeGeneres is receiving an award today, where I went to school in the summer... and flunked out, had problems eating, under a church where I walked, elsehwere at a cafe, took an organ lesson after a concert.

I'm so mad I have to jot this down for help. I want people to help and get him to stop, shove him out of the cave hole. I'm trying to relax. He's eating lunch. I don't know if he just opened the fdorr! Oh, someone named Doris-a, who posts about music and food, answered me just now. She told me she had flabby arms, and I think her hands look African now.

WHY WON'T MY DAD STOP?

HE'S SO GAY!

He's sexing up Ellen DeGeneres for being nice to me and because I thought Helena Bonham Carter wanted me to call her daughter the n word, along with others.

And I was just thinking of one of the people actually carrying someone.

Warning

When I did the coloring in my last post, it made me think of Helena Bonham Carter...

I edited my last post.

What I Found Out

I just went to the bathroom and found if you wait you can poo more. That you'll have to soon sometimes.

Well, it was soft like the tacos. I hope that doesn't matter. }:| It might. Well, later, it could. :|

Selecting

Apparently, they're selecting to bore things into our heads until no tomorrow, so that we can't like unravel it all, like with the help of others.

Mad

I don't like being stimulated like I have to think of something that has to do with nothing just because something is different.

Do the math.

My dad just thought of something really weird.

I heard a noise and thought of math.

Threat?

What do you mean you're gonna fool me into meeting you?

How mean!

Can you believe how mean people will be to you?

Sick!

If you think someone with a young mom is special, don't have to make everyone else suffer what you did. :I

Authorities!

The police came in here and took me away to the mental hospital, no arguing, no believing me. What if I called on my parents? They'd trace my mental record. If I get really mad, they do that, and now they won't have me back.

Also, I was recommended medicine that took away my period. It's light now I've stopped. I also know I didn't need the medicine. I was prescribed it at 16, but I got off it.

Leading Ellen Astray

I don't know about always being with Portia and her mom in her spare time. She just followed suit in L.A. like Tim Burton when he left. I wonder what's so weird about him. ☂

SPAM!

I don't really care how creative you are. Well, I should because I'm an artist. Well, I've done art, in a good way. :I Um, excuse me? Leave me alone! I just got a message on IMDb about Obama. I get a sense of foreboding. Of what's to cum. I just find that like my family are very tacky and nasty. They spam me. They spam my life.