Lol, Ты guys. I was suspended for, what, six hours? Is that some kind of a record или something? It's gotta be. xD
I got myself suspended because of my own stupidity. I was emailing another user partly about the TV Показать Falling Skies (whose name she asked I didn’t disclose for personal reasons) and she asked if I knew a site where Ты could watch the Показать online. And, as a matter of fact, I did. So I told her that I’d post the link on the Falling Skies spot because it was a good, trustworthy site and I thought other people might find the link...
The ice cream truck was the highlight of my summers when I was younger. Every afternoon I’d keep my ears peeled for its telltale jingle, quarters and one dollar bills in my pockets simply begging to be spent. When it entered my neighborhood, my sister and I would dash out the door with all the other kids and eagerly crowd around the розовый van. I always got the Spongebob popsicle with the gumball eyes, but I always...
I don’t remember how old I was when he first hit me. Maybe six, seven, eight. I don’t remember what I’d done to provoke him. I don’t even see this memory from the first person point of view. I see it like I’m a moviegoer, watching the scene unfold with horrorstruck eyes, like I’m an intruder in someone else’s life.
His face is twisted in anger, his lip curled up in disgust at me. Spit flies from his mouth as he yells, waving his hands all over the place. I don’t remember what he was saying. The movie is a silent one.
I figure, this is a spot about me, right? So I should probably tell Ты a bit about myself. Except, I’m not a Фан of straight up facts. I’m not going to sit here and bore Ты by telling Ты what the weather was like the день I was born. So I think I’m gonna share a bit of myself with Ты in story form. Just little bits of memories I have. They won’t be in order and they won’t always be important. But all these memories have made me who I am. Read them или don’t, care или not, here we go.
I was saved. I really was. But the weirdest thing about it, was that I was saved by the internet. Not only that, butI think I might be using еще time here, than anywhere else. Yeah, I'm like any other teen who thinks schools shit, homeworks worse and people are stupid. No, Human kind is stupid, and yeah, life sucks too. So I choose a easier pattern, one where I can be me, and still be liked. One where people wouldn't judge me, wouldn't know me. A pattern where I can stay mysterious, and unknown, and liked. Internet.
Why is the word so unfair? Why is it so kind, and so evil at the same time? Why does humans have intelligence, but not the strenght to use it? Why does Животные have the strenght, but not the intelligence to prove it? Why do I have words, while the birds got wings?
I was thinking of birds while Письмо this, and I was Чтение myself, then something came to mind, what would happend if the world was different, and humans had the abilities of animals? Think about...
Logging on this morning, I had a Стена post from a one Hinata-Snow and a message in my Входящие from Insane4ever telling me that there was now a club about me. The first thing that popped into my head was something along the lines of "Whaaaaaat? Another hate club against me? WTF is wrong with these people?" But then I searched my Имя пользователя and found this place and was all like "OMG there are people that actually like me?!?!"
(Cue the warm and fuzzy feelings.)
So I've spent the past few минуты еще или less staring speechless at my computer screen with a warm little...