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[dewumos]

Sh 🤫

[cool-i-m-dead-inside]

Halloween 2019

OH MY GOD! This is probably the last time I’m going trick or treating because I’m way, way to old for it (so old that I accidentally showed up at one of my classmates houses who was helping their younger siblings hand out candy, true story). Anyway I went trick-or-treating with my friend (I made a friend guys, I’m making progress) and we had so much fun!! I was a Hufflepuff and she was a Clown with creepy make up who we joked about how she was Pennywise’s Canadian cousin who is also dating Pennywise (cLoWn INceSt) and that she got into a fight with the Joker were she got injured but she stabbed him and Pennywise came to finish him off. We both got a huge bag full of candy and went to so many houses and spent the whole time joking and laughing. Because of her make-up she had to try not to laugh or else it would fall off (she mixed pasta and sparkling water and made it look like a wound) and I spent the whole time making these lame jokes trying to get her to laugh. When we were done we went back to her house and sorted through our candy. We were covered in rain  and freezing cold because it was pouring but it was worth it for the free candy so we sat on the couch in front of her fire place and it was just really nice. We also scrolled through Tic Tok and showed each other memes. Earlier that day the person I went trick or treating with was out for lunch with her sister so I was alone and I ended hanging out with a kid from my science class who was nice to me. Our school was having a Halloween fashion show but I missed the first half because we got there but we couldn’t see so we were going to go to this opening on the second floor where you can see the cafeteria but we weren’t allowed there because it was being used for lighting so by the time we got back down the show was halfway over. It was really fun because we got to see the teachers costume division and the language department won because they went as the grammar police. The school set up a haunted hall we were going to try but the fire alarm went off so everyone was stuck outside for the rest of lunch. My digital media class couldn't decide of it was the smoke machines that made the alarm go off or if someone pulled it. Overall this was one hell of a Halloween

[thebodylanguage]

[fairfarrenare]

Teacher: Why aren't you doing your work?

Me: the reason I haven't done this is because this piece of paper has no meaning to me and to anyone else. The things on this paper are nothing but scribbles that mankind has given some pointless meaning. This paper is given to me by the society, demanding that I waste over 12 years of my life to do nothing but sit in a room for 8 hours, 5 days a week, and be told random things by random people who have devoted their lives to wasting precious years out of someone else's life and teach them completely useless things that have been deemed important by society. Therefore you and everyone is this very room and every classroom, all over the world, has wasted precious seconds of their lives, doing nothing but learn useless things and watch the world around crumble slowly and fall into despair.

Teacher: Excuse me?

Me: Society will be the death of humanity and eventually it will choke itself out.

Teacher: Get out.

Me: I also realized that everything you do or say has no effect on me. We're all gonna die one day eventually and I may sit here as long as I please.

Teacher: that's it I am calling your mom.

Me: couldn't hear you, I was too busy leaving.

[freakhades]

Comfort

El dejar la escuela fue toda una fase.

Al inicio todo lo que pensé fue “serán como vacaciones” “no tendré que soportar mas maestros” “no me estresare con exámenes el resto del año”. Pero fue mas halla, dormía horas, dias completos, al principio aproveche para terminarme las series pendientes que “eso nunca se acaba” como diría mi madre. Despues fueron las películas, me desvelaba leyendo, haciendo ajustes de la pc. Llego un punto en el que desperté hasta las seis de la tarde, lo mas tarde que había despertado en mi vida eran las cuatro. Me sentía incomoda por el hecho de que recién había cambiado mi cama al cuarto de mis padres y cada que entraban me sentía como el hijo de 35 años que aun no deja la casa de su madre. 

Después paso un mes entero y me sentí…normal. Ya no peleaba tanto con mi madre,no me molestaban las visitas, cantaba canciones a todo momento y le encontré lo gracioso a las cosas; “Que bien por ella” dirán, pero el caso es que me sentí peor, me sentí culpable por sentirme feliz, tal vez era el hecho de que el mood de “grinch todo el año” estaba activado en mi siempre o al menos yo lo activaba. Hable con mi madre, porque eso es lo que siempre mejora todo, y me di cuenta que era normal. “Es el estado natural del ser humano” cito tal cual sus palabras. Admito que esa mujer es sabia y es de quien mejores consejos he recibido. Según mi santa progenitora el hecho de que durmiera tanto era una forma de liberarme del estrés, para mi liberarme del estres significa dos horas el Batterfield 4, pero ella es la madre, ¿no?

Puedo leer el libro de Posteguillo que tengo pendiente, terminar Desayuno en Tiffany’s de Truman Capote, ver todas las películas de Tarantino,y escuchar el álbum completo de The xx o cualquier otra banda pseudo indie, pero no me sentiría productiva, el ir a la escuela “era mi única obligación”.

“Trabaja”, pero no me lo permitirían, ya que soy como la hija de papi pero sin tener esa actitud de chica sin futuro alguno y la cual el unico hombre que quiere en su vida es a Dolce, si el ex de Gabbana.

Hoy es Martes 3 de Marzo,ya han pasado dos meses, son las 7:24 de la mañana y no he dormido desde ayer por que me dispuse a terminar la primera temporada de House Of Cards. Mi madre sigue dormida y hace media hora mi padre salio de bañarse y aun queda un poco de perfume Armani en la habitacion. Debo admitirlo,me he hecho mas sedentaria pero ni el salir ni el ejercicio son lo mio aunque intentare esforzarme. 

En agosto el suicidio volverá a ser una opción,eso o lograr todos los objetivos y huir de México para un futuro mejor, así como Iñàrritu, pero con mas críticas. Volverá el estrés, los exámenes, las matemáticas y el odio a mi misma, pero ¿que puedo hacer?. I’m a teenage…sin el dream.

Abría podido soportar un problema psicológico, de conducta, falta de atención, pero tuvo que ser el odiar las matemáticas mas que a mi menstruación.

[cotufablog]

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