Olympics and shizz

Hi, guys! So, I'm an English kid, and this Olympic stuff is finally getting through to me. Yeah, I'm a bit slow and all, but I've watched a bit of it. After all, the sailing part of it is like a couple of miles away from me, so...yeah. 

Sports that are worth watching: Gymnastics, Diving, Synchronized swimming (group), Pole vaulting, and that horse dance thing, which I don't know what it's called but is like insanely cool.

Sports that aren't worth watching: All of the rest.

So. Woo. The Olympics. Why is it special? Because it's the only time almost every country in the world unites and acts as one.

I hate sport. I just do. But that's something that I can't get over. The only thing that brings the countries together.

Omg I'm getting seerrrriooousss....moment passed :). So, Urmm..my day? I HAVEN'T DONE MY MATHS THAT WAS DUE IN TWO MONTHS AGO. And I cba, so I did my art instead.

Hi.
My name's Mr. Robot.
I like to make up lies about my name and gender.
I also like sharp things. :).
You know nothing about me. 
I have a stash of bodies hidden somewhere...
Want me to tell you where? :).
Let's be friends. 3:).

Wth...that wasn't me. That was someone else. I'm not here. I'm gone. I'm hyper. BYEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!:D:D:D Love you world ;).

Word Of The Day: Dafuq? 

New Blog!

In an attempt to tell you more about the more depressing points of my life, I've decided to create a new blog, purely created to display more stories about my sister and horrible situations that have been going on. The new blog shall be called 'Left in The Dark', and you can find it through my profile :).

Word Of The Day: Lollage.
Just for the hell of it ;).

When There's Nowhere Left to Run

Feel free to ignore my last post, I was in a rather strange mood, but I didn't lie. I am having troubles at home at the moment.

Everything really kicked off about two years ago now. 

What is Anorexia?

Not me, my elder sister. Don't worry, she's okay now. She got betterish.

Anorexia is a mental disease. I used to think it was just a word for when people were really skinny, but it's not. It's a condition in the process of insanity. An illness. It corrupts minds and tears apart families. And trust me, I know. 

Two years ago she began to develop the symptoms. At first, I didn't know, though. My parents didn't tell me. She didn't tell me. I just carried on with my own life.

Then one day, my sister was out and my parents were downstairs. I was in my room, playing with my toys, because that's what I did then. I was just a child. That's when my phone started bleeping at me, and I received a text from my sister, telling me that my parents were clearing out her room, and I had to get some papers from under her bed that she didn't want them seeing. 

I did what I was told. I always did. I was a good girl. So I crept into her room, feeling like a spy. It was exciting; a new game. I had to crawl across the floor, because it creaked horribly, and the kitchen where my parents were was directly below it. So I made my way over to the bed and crawled underneath it.

I spent about ten minutes looking for these 'papers', but I didn't know what I was really looking for, so I gave up and ran off. I didn't think anything of it after, and my sister never mentioned it. I think I must have forgotten about it for a while, but there was always that feeling at the back of my mind; the constant one; the one that never fades, even now: Is this normal? 

Months passed and nothing much happened, but I knew that it was. That doesn't make sense. How to describe it? I knew that something was going on behind my back, but I didn't know what. I sensed it; whenever I walked out of a room quiet whispering began; whenever my family thought I was asleep, the hissed conversations began outside.

I couldn't understand it. The only time that I'd ever known secrets to be kept from me before was at Christmas, or my Birthday. Maybe I was getting a present? Or a treat? Something that I had always wished for.

At least that was what I told myself. In reality, though, I knew that it wasn't that. Something else was going on - something bad. 

In the end, I snapped, and stopped feigning stupidity. The next time that my parents started talking as soon as I left the dining room, I quickly hurried back in and gave them both a strange look as I cleared the table. 

That's when they told me.

It's your sister.

We think something's wrong.

No.

We know something's wrong.

It's called Anorexia.

It's an illness.

It's a disease.

Food.

Eating.

We have to help her.

So that's how it began. I'm not going to fully explain the concepts of the illness, because you can look it up somewhere else. Google it if you don't already know, but you probably do.

Imagine looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing your bones sticking out everywhere at odd angles, your skin stretched across them; imagine seeing yourself hollow; a skeleton. Bags under your eyes. Skin yellowed. Fingers long, skeletal. Then imagine not seeing it at all; imagine taking that image; that disgusting, sickening image, and seeing a fat person.

That's what Anorexia is. It messes with your brain and changes who you are. It's not right. I can't even convey to you how much I now despise it. I'm still a kid; I'm fourteen years old, but if there was anything that I could do to stop such a thing, I know that I would, whatever the cost.

My sister became my life. That's just how it was. I'd always had to give her a lot of attention, and expect little to myself, especially from my parents. She was the moody teenager, throwing temper tantrums and pretending that she knew everything. That should have been enough attention. But it wasn't.

I can remember how scared I was back then. I wanted to run away and hide. I thought she was going to collapse at any moment, and my parents didn't help.

She might feint.

Don't worry.

Call an ambulance.

Tell them what's wrong.

Anorexia.

Tell them.

Stay calm.

She could go to hospital.

Food forced into her.

I wanted it all to stop. I'd had enough. So I kept looking after her, devoting two years of my life to looking after her; to creeping up after tea to see if she'd made herself sick in the toilet. To see if her razor blades were lying all over the shower floor again.

This is Anorexia. Not a state of fat or thin. A monster.

That's not what I wanted to talk about in this post, though. Not my sister. Me. My parents. Me.

To cut it short, they think I'm copying my sister. They think I'm like her, and I honestly don't have a clue what to do. I've spent my whole life hating it, and now they think I have it? I'm scared. I want to run downstairs and stuff my face. But then they'll be waiting, expecting me to make myself sick.

I'm not like her. I won't be. I know I'm not. They're wrong. I eat normally; I see myself as a perfectly average size. Don't make me be like her, please.

Word Of The Day: Trapped.

Catch up

'Sup Dudes and/or Dudettes! So, catch up from last post?

Well, it's the summer holidays now, and, urm...nothing happened with 'him'. Duh. It never does. Anyway, so I went through this whole phase of hating him, but I don't really. I guess I still sort of like him but I'm trying my hardest not to. See, last time, he was pretending to like me just to mess me around. Then he said he wanted to be my friend. Good one! Yeah so now I'm just sat at home, missing him, trying not to think about him and reminding myself that he married Colette on the last day of school :/. Yeah so I'm sort of part over him? I'm working on it.

And..P.E, highjump? Last time I said I was going to make myself ill. I tried, too. I even tried to make myself sick, but it didn't work...I got scared...so I went to school looking like c**p, then sorta walked around like a zombie until P.E. AND GUESS WHAT?! I didn't do the jump. I nearly cried. NEARLY! I cried after...:L I'm such a wimp. And I'm good with it. :). So anyway...

I'm having family issues, but I'm going to turn into a way more effective, cool, miserable, depressive post...so...yeah. I'll do that now. Bye. :).

Word of the day(for this post): Failure.

Him.

NannananananBanana:D no, BananannananChipmunk:D 

^The above point is due to the fact that in my previous post I said I would not be mental. I am. Deal with it!

So, life...

Well, I'm back at school, obvz man, cuz I only write then...also, I am not a Chav. So I have absolutely no idea why I just did that. Anyway...

IlovehimIlovehimIlovehimIlovehim x forever :)

Yeah...urm...his name's James. Well, it's not, but it is for the purpose of this blog. So woo. He so cute, and funny, and special :) His eyes are like.........ahhhhhhhhhhhh!:) They're all big and blue and shizz....and I like them. I like him. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Seriously, people! I can't get this dude out of my head! He's like...everything, and everyone says he fancies me...but I don'tt believe them, obviously. I mean, he's HIM. Also, I don't know what to do! I'm so fed up of being confused, it's starting to get unbearable! HHEELP MEEEEEEE!!

People say you can't fall in love at my age. Screw them. I've practically only seen him for three years now, and when I'm with him I can't see anything else. God, he's so perfect, and he has no idea. :(. 

In other news, Wednesday - not her real name - might be moving schools :(. I swear, I'm not afraid to cry.

And...urm...I have P.E tomorrow. Physical Education. Sports. Death. Torture. The inhumane sacrifice of child slave's joy and general happiness. Call it what you will...but anyway, it's highjump, and last highjump lesson I urm...well I didn't do very well. See, there was this pole and this mat, and we were supposed to jump the pole in a special way...and I sorta ran into it and died, so Mrs Evil decided to take the pole down and make me do it on the mat ten centimeters from the ground. And, GUESS WHAT? I still couldn't do it. :(. I couldn't get the jump right and just sorta fell over, so I literally ignored Mrs Evil (this was after the fifth attempt), walked away, sat on the floor in the corner, and cried. I CANNOT DO THAT THIS TIME! PEOPLE ACTUALLY CARE NOW, AND I'LL LOOK RIDICULOUS! 

So, what should I do? Well, obviously, I should fake being ill, and miss a whole unavoidably important day of school and, basically, bunk off. In all fairness, it's my only option. So, how to make yourself ill? Draw dots on your head? I don't think so. It's easy, and you have three choices. One, go to bed super early the night before saying that you feel awful, then get up super early in the morning, wake up your parents and tell them that you feel like hell. Works pretty much all the time ;). However, if you're less prepared, there's always the second option. Get ready for school, but don't try. Hmm...how to explain? If you're a girl, put your makeup on reaaalllyyy badly and look like a zombie, TRYING to bring out the bags under your eyes and such shizz. If you're a boy or a girl, messy hair and untidy uniform, also, crouch down when you walk and yawn a lot. This method is also very effective :). The last method is my favorite, though. What you do, is go out the day before, buy the cheapest, most disgusting body spray you can find and then go home. The next day, spray it all over the toilet, flush it, and sat you've been sick. Yeah, some stinks are that bad...:L


On with the party rocking. Which is not here. Woo. :). Urmm...yeah so, that pretty much concludes life, so....


Word of the Day: HIM.
Secondary word of the day: WANT.
Third word of the day: NOW.


No, but seriously, it's him.

Explanation of General Existence

So...I just reread my last post, and have decided that that's going to be the last mental post from me. Well, no, I don't mean that. Of course I'm still going to be mental...duh. But no, I'm not gonna go all freakish on you all again.

Never.

Now, please allow me to explain the point of life. 

It doesn't matter how you believe the world began. You can say that God created Adam and Eve to populate the planet, or that atoms collided and, with a big bang, there was life. Like I said, that bit doesn't matter. What does matter, is why? 

Why are we here? What is the point? Ah, now there is an answer to that. The way that I see it, life is like a jigsaw puzzle. All through it you are given different pieces. You are either given a good piece, or a bad piece; an easy piece or a difficult piece; a colorful one, or a dull one. They fit together, these pieces, bit by bit; when they're done, your life is over. It's that simple. The pieces can be hard to deal with sometimes, but never impossible. They are always possible.

So...what is the point of a jigsaw puzzle? Not many people can answer that, until your days grow shorter; until your jigsaw puzzle is almost over. The old can answer it easily. It's something to do...and you get a nice picture at the end.

So that, my friends, is the point of life. It's something to do, and you get a nice picture at the end.

Thank you for your time. 

Word of the Day: Lollable

^Yeah, I just made that up. Deal with it!

HEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEEHEHEHEEHEHHEHEHEEEEEEHEEEEEE

Hello, I'm in a seriously evil mood. Not sure why, but I'm good with it. Also, my laptop is about to die, so I'm gonna write ssssuuuuppppperrrrrr quickly.


1) What's with the title? I don't know, I'm feeling odd. And evil. VERY evil.


2) Why haven't I been here for ages? I have. I just forgot about the blog. It's fine. It's cool. Woo. Nanannananannanana Banana :D 


3) Why did I just do that? To be honest, because I am hyper. And bored. Seriously bad combination, I'm telling you.


4) How many times did it just take me to spell combination? 6. I was spelling it conbination. 


5) What is wrong with me? I DON'T EVEN KNOW?!


6) Day? Well, it's the holidays so no school. Also no friends, because I got grounded for the first time EVER because I'm too ugly. I know right?! Mean. My mum just said. Right, you have a spot. Your a slob. You're not leaving the house without me. 


7) Why? She's mean.


8) Was this rushed in any way possible? Yes, yes it was.


9) Word of the day? Cba.


I joke.


Word of the day: Evil.

AGHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Just like the title says, AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:'(. Why? Because he hates me. Hates me, and probably wants to kill me. Why, because I'm horrible. Why, because I can't help it!!! I think I love him, but he's also the fittest guy in the whole year and would never go for me. He's so nice, though. Even though he never talks to me...and never will. :'(.


Sorry, guys. Just had to get that out of my system. His name's Harry :) Well, it's obviously not, but it's what I'm going to call him so I don't have to use his real name. See, I told everyone that I like Kimble...but I don't. Rose likes Kimble. I like Harry :).


God, I have issues. :L. Anyway, today: HE LOOKED AT ME. The end; everything else goes blurry :). Teehee. I lwaavvee him.

Word of the day: Lwave.