Sunday Sucks!!!

Sunday Sucks!

I watched Supernatural (TV3, 10PM) today. So I guess I am okay now. LOL. I was pissed and I complained to hate everything (again); means I was being grumpy. I felt exhausted, grumpy, hate, pissed and everything-bad, you don’t want to know. It’s weird, almost every Sunday I think I felt this way (I guess). I hate Sunday! That’s what I’d talk to myself. I supposed to post my journal today (I mean the pissing-thingy-journal) but since I think I am feeling better now; I guess I need to let it pass~

Anyway, I’m cool now; so some editions won't hurt~ just to remove some cusses words though. Check 'em out:-

1. I was mentioning bout Sunday (Sucks!) ^_^
“…. I hate Sunday! ….. Fucking Sunday; I hate Sunday! I hate the name; I hate the color (Ugh whatever~ I always able to see "Sunday’s color"; even if I closes my eyes… -_-“ hard to explain but I guess we all have self-perceptions on anything… Not for other to know but for self-identification etc. ~ Umm, I don’t know; I cant really describe it with words~)”
[See; Its funny I come out with those words; but seriously I think it does exist. The color of course! Yep, I know I’m weird]

2. I even wrote a poem. Poem without title~:-
This is me; talking!
This is me; whining!
This is me; complaining!

O how I wish to break some hearties tonight!
O how I wish to go wild and play trouble!
Breaking bones and skinning fleshes!
I wish tonight is the end!
I wish tonight will be the end!
End of this world! End of this life!
This life; fucking life!
Forever!

I‘m imagining an explosions lava!
Red! Hot! Sticky! And flowing everywhere!
O how I wish that could be the sign!
The sign to the end!
End of everything and ends of anything!

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…

Opps, no-hands for me at this moment!
I mean it; you gotta step back!
NOW!!
I don’t need … “anything!”
You can’t say you’ll help me!
You suck at it anyway anything!
You heard me…
I’ll rip your heart out!
Smash it onto the ground
Grab it; chew it and dare me;
I’ll kill your santa in front of your eyes!

3. [I'd commented on my poem too:
“…I have no title for my half-done poem. I guess its half. Because I couldn’t write the rest; I'm feelings D.I.S.T.R.A.C.T.E.D! Still; those words is swirling in my mind, waiting to be releases."

4. Next; I mentioned bout things that I thought I should do to get rid of my annoyance:-
“……I feel like I wanted to jams on some roof! Not to suicide; of course! Whoa! But to “jump some roof, or blow something”; If you understands what am I saying~ Extreme, extreme, extremes… on doing something; you know… -_-“ …something like daring your heart? (Ugh! -_-“) this is positive people! It helps. (I know! …always know~)”

5. I’d mentioned bout how music cure my soreness too:-
“I love my music! They always keep me calm! Those screamo, metalcore always kick the doldrums away! You should try~”
And yeah; hell yeah! You really should try to listen on their screaming soul! Those words really meaningful! Erk… I guess for some people like me~ And I found myself blaming on everyone because, “no one is telling me that, those songs awesome!” Everyone was bluffing bout; “how they sounds evil” I screwed em to death!

6. I’d mocked someone too. (well, not actual “someone” but… check it out~ Spare me LOL!):-
“Pissed! Pissed! Pissed! I think I need to buy sketches books. It always helps me to move on, especially when I’m feeling down~ (-_-“) At least I could describes, scribble, sketches and communicates through it. Telling everyone without exactly whining on their face, bout how’s shitty is my feelings at any moment~ [I know it’s weird; weird for math’s-minded; doctor, Scientist or lawyer-wannabe-minded (or whatever~ Dork!) We; express our feelings tru material! Dork! …Writing, Poem, drawing, painting, and sculpturing etc.… its all arts! …and what do your guys know about it anyway?...”

7. Last but not least; I’d mentioned bout body piercing! I’m dying to have some. Soon, I hope!! LOL:-
“….Here; I love those piercing. I love it, was thinking bout it like madness BUT I don’t know why am I talking bout it at this moment. Maybe because the pain! The pain that I fancy A.L.O.T~ I don’t need to show it off. I just want to feel the pain! The Transmission! Pain-transmissions! Have you ever heard bout it? Of course not, coz I invented it… I guess~

What I mean by the pain-transmissions is like; you transmit your soreness to other parts of your body. Hmm for EMO society they cuts but it’s useless... Cutting without the enjoyment! Geezzz!”

See I'm half-sane. I talk bout everything that might be not a favorite topic of all. Anyway~ I guess I have my “time” which is kinda scary. Read this:-

“…Right, ain’t into socializing though. I hate to talk. Not this time. Not at any moods to do the laughing-thingy today~”

Well, that’s something~

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Beck here;
~When real girl talk; preps shall walk away~