Sunday, October 28, 2012
}:0 What's your problem?
Yes, I got up! I got up to say I don't want to feel my father nor disgusting people when I'm trying to feel in bed! What's your problem?
Proven Stupid
I got the idea that, blatantly, my dad thought he was like right and better than everyone else or something I forget oh yea and he doesn't care how he treats other people, like pointing out nice ones, thinking he's smart and moving things along. I'm so sick of this. I wanted to grow up in the west, in Hollywood. I don't throw away my experiences. }:) Like, he thinks that like I'm worse than shit and it seems others think I'm not even a nigger, but that's not true and that didn't have to happen. Like, I get the feeling he's staring others down, and he doesn't know it. We shouldn't give in to shit like that. I hate you all! I'm just gonna *beep* you!
Halp!
I'm going through the thought of broken up from what I imagined like a concentration on the eyes, in relation to a picture of a girl with white hair with seedy, lazy eyes I put on on my Twitter. }80
The Good Feeling in My Arm
I know I think I could feel it, but I guess watching a girl after talking about Tim Burton helped. The influence of a girl who wants to touch me more personally always helps. :|
Yea, the feeling was so strong. I felt it so long but sorta broken up.
Yea, the feeling was so strong. I felt it so long but sorta broken up.
What?
Why do I keep getting these sassy messages? I'm being treated like shit, like holding out, with no respect. You think I have no discipline, but I've tried to be disciplined since I can remember. Well, maybe since my mom disciplined me, too. I think I was before, though. Peopel always said I was outta this world like too shy and good. How dare you make such racist suggestions! If something happens and there's a reason, by other people that means I'm right. You'll find there are more than one reason. It does make me uncomfortable. :|
Halp!
I'm being bombarded with messages, like associating things together that I don't like that will come up later. I'm being born into to like think when I'm tired, and it's not hard to wonder why I'm tired of thinking! ':0
What's going on?
Why do I keep getting messages of things being physical and literal but having no meaning?
Dream
So, I still had a place open where I could find out about singing. Tim got Johnny there, and I couldn't open him, a silver thing in a bottomless abyss. I walked down a hallway and decided not to fly, and the people saw me. They were saying I was dead.
A girl had come in and ate lunch. I said that I bloated and couldn't feel good lying on my stomach or something when I didn't eat. Someone else was eating, too. I had a bar. I even had a container of bars. There were some bars sitting in a container somewhere else. The ones somewhere else were jelly. The ones in my bag were chocolate. I got some other kind. I think the other girls had something like jelly.
I'm not sure if it was a pirate song. I think I imagined myself singing it. It was with a choir. I was simply a skilled or pleasant singer. I'm not really, but I put in a lot of effort.
It was interesting when the teacher came in and seemed so dreamy and adamant about me for some, strange reason. She was rather petite yet gross and not really appealing. Well, she was in front, but her attitude was sly. I mean on the surface!
A girl had come in and ate lunch. I said that I bloated and couldn't feel good lying on my stomach or something when I didn't eat. Someone else was eating, too. I had a bar. I even had a container of bars. There were some bars sitting in a container somewhere else. The ones somewhere else were jelly. The ones in my bag were chocolate. I got some other kind. I think the other girls had something like jelly.
I'm not sure if it was a pirate song. I think I imagined myself singing it. It was with a choir. I was simply a skilled or pleasant singer. I'm not really, but I put in a lot of effort.
It was interesting when the teacher came in and seemed so dreamy and adamant about me for some, strange reason. She was rather petite yet gross and not really appealing. Well, she was in front, but her attitude was sly. I mean on the surface!
N Word Thing
I'm thinking, oh well, at least that's over, but you know, it's not okay. This all happened since the n word thing.
The Real Deal
I'm tired of the fascinations of others in the world like that England and L.A. do the real thing as in torturing you, and they're perverted, demented individuals.
Weird
I noticed that some people get mad they can't do things others do, racially, and then that they get mad when you want to do what they do, like as something new in your life.
"Problems"
You can't go wild like an animal thinking you have to do all these things no one else does.
You literally don't have shit on the n word thing.
You can't like get really mad about someone saying something smart that makes me feel smart, say it's okay, and then say it's not okay.
You can't act all goofy and submissive to someone chosing a punishment for me.
You know, this person is really gay about how the world treats them. They say they were nice, but everyone knows they're not. They'll bark back a simple answer because they're stupid about family and probably other things...
8|
What's with all the showing off about being from the more west part of the U.S.?
You literally don't have shit on the n word thing.
You can't like get really mad about someone saying something smart that makes me feel smart, say it's okay, and then say it's not okay.
You can't act all goofy and submissive to someone chosing a punishment for me.
You know, this person is really gay about how the world treats them. They say they were nice, but everyone knows they're not. They'll bark back a simple answer because they're stupid about family and probably other things...
8|
What's with all the showing off about being from the more west part of the U.S.?
Dream
I guess most people would be interested, when I was going into convulsions it was so gross and so horrific and realistic.
Also, when my arm was being felt for over like a long period of time, it was hard to describe, maybe what you'd expect. I know it was very warm and physical and distant. I was really standing up somewhere else. I guess you get the picture? It's not realy about sitting there and having someone give you pleasure, and that's the idea I'm getting you're thinking. It's about something with meaning, like a clasic book.
Also, I woke up with the feeling of lots of tiny cries of horror about their babies being ruined but with people caring, actually.
Also, when my arm was being felt for over like a long period of time, it was hard to describe, maybe what you'd expect. I know it was very warm and physical and distant. I was really standing up somewhere else. I guess you get the picture? It's not realy about sitting there and having someone give you pleasure, and that's the idea I'm getting you're thinking. It's about something with meaning, like a clasic book.
Also, I woke up with the feeling of lots of tiny cries of horror about their babies being ruined but with people caring, actually.
Dream
I was imagining the frog|cat being a girl with sculpted pearly hair, and in the end I felt better. I was trying to imagine how she was stimulated and got cut off.
Before I went to bed, I think I got mad and turned over thinking hysterically but not really that everyone else's eggs should be ruined, and I kept getting the reverberating feeling that people cared. I'm still left with that feeling.
Before I went to bed, I think I got mad and turned over thinking hysterically but not really that everyone else's eggs should be ruined, and I kept getting the reverberating feeling that people cared. I'm still left with that feeling.
Dream
I was singing a pirate song in like a theater group. I guess there was a leader like Ellen, but it wasn't like really her, just for some reason was becoming like her. I was eating lunch. For some reason, I was laying on the ground, with my left arm stretched out and my palm facing the floor. It was interesting. I guess the teacher was like a frog. I could feel as though someone was like strangely putting their hands all over my arm from the hand up to my shoulder getting me to wake up to do the singing. I didn't wake up. That's happened to me before.
So, the bad thing is when I woke up, I had the strange sensation my left egg sack, which I thought was for a boy, was splitting up like little black seeds. Someone really has a problem. You know, I don't really care about different people and their first encounter moving to a place where I have original heritage. You can't corner me in my bedroom while I'm trying to relax and soak in feelings. All this happened because of the n word thing.. I don't care about the things you make up and htat you think you're all hovering over me and supposedly smarter and worth ... whatever I just got interrupted by the text moving. Anyway, I waslying on my couch and heard a tick and felt that my right egg sack eggs were like blowing up like balloons. How gay! Just because I was teasing on my blog. You couldn't handle it, none of you, and seeped into my private relations, sending me messages. Some of you I don't want this relationship with. 8I Then, I got the idea of someone under the guise of someone else saying something like, "Just doo it to do it." Then, I felt that the eggs were little black seeds. I don't care what you feel for my dad. Whatever.
So, then, for some reason I had to propel myself further in my dream to imagine this frog, which turned into like an orange striped cat, kinda ugly and fake, picking me up with my hips secreuly loded at its side. The gross part was then like I was on the floor again and it tried to stimulate me by picking me up at my neck. It carried me away and then did something else even more perverted I don't remember. I just was't moving.
Anyway, I woke up. I felt as though I was in like a knit pink top, squirming around in horror suddenly at the vivid detail of the eggs, as though I were a kid. I was really lying still.
So, I'm worried about the eggs in my egg sack. I sorta felt the feeling like in front of it. I was thinking of killing myself, not that I'd do it.
The gross thing that happened to me I guess was that I got an image of the evil cat walking away with me, small, on a gray path and background. I stayed in my bed, despite the attack. I just kept feeling stimulated at my private.
So, the bad thing is when I woke up, I had the strange sensation my left egg sack, which I thought was for a boy, was splitting up like little black seeds. Someone really has a problem. You know, I don't really care about different people and their first encounter moving to a place where I have original heritage. You can't corner me in my bedroom while I'm trying to relax and soak in feelings. All this happened because of the n word thing.. I don't care about the things you make up and htat you think you're all hovering over me and supposedly smarter and worth ... whatever I just got interrupted by the text moving. Anyway, I waslying on my couch and heard a tick and felt that my right egg sack eggs were like blowing up like balloons. How gay! Just because I was teasing on my blog. You couldn't handle it, none of you, and seeped into my private relations, sending me messages. Some of you I don't want this relationship with. 8I Then, I got the idea of someone under the guise of someone else saying something like, "Just doo it to do it." Then, I felt that the eggs were little black seeds. I don't care what you feel for my dad. Whatever.
So, then, for some reason I had to propel myself further in my dream to imagine this frog, which turned into like an orange striped cat, kinda ugly and fake, picking me up with my hips secreuly loded at its side. The gross part was then like I was on the floor again and it tried to stimulate me by picking me up at my neck. It carried me away and then did something else even more perverted I don't remember. I just was't moving.
Anyway, I woke up. I felt as though I was in like a knit pink top, squirming around in horror suddenly at the vivid detail of the eggs, as though I were a kid. I was really lying still.
So, I'm worried about the eggs in my egg sack. I sorta felt the feeling like in front of it. I was thinking of killing myself, not that I'd do it.
The gross thing that happened to me I guess was that I got an image of the evil cat walking away with me, small, on a gray path and background. I stayed in my bed, despite the attack. I just kept feeling stimulated at my private.
Advice
(Remember to get equipment. I have dumbbells for my main workout DVD, and often a band or block is needed.)
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Do you wanna know a secret? I was gonna eat more healthily, and then I got mad and punched my wall and my mom took me to get my blackheads taken out and it ruined my brain. I never got the schedule going.
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