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My new haircolor!

just fyi: Im working on pt2 of mr.smith right now c:

My foot hurts xc

today I feel like a skittle cx

my friend colored my hair mint green and blue, and it looks faaaab.

anyways, you will see pics ltr. lol.

i have nooothin to say.

lol

Stay flippin awesome and Ill see you the next time im bored as fuck c:

Sooo. . . I was thinking about creating a creepypasta. . . like a good one cx cause that would be frekin awesome.

as that was all i had to say, this post is kinda useless xD

hello, long time no see.

you and me suprised there is still a we.

I loved you once a pony time.

then every promise became lies, became a crime.

we were gonna get on a plane.

forgetting the madness inside my brain-

funny how you assumed im fine.

cause you never played a straight line.

you left me.

comming back, suprised there is still a we.

I didnt ask you to come back.

but neither to pack.

cause i was the one pulling out bags.

the lession i've learned; youre all stupid fags.

my poem.

i feel like having a redballh.

cause im so flippin tiadeh.

i just ate a mint-gemeh.

and now im drinking watah.

it feels like poisonehhhh.

ugh.

hewp.

ohhh yeah, i just wrote a huge and useless comment on livet-utan-hon.bloggplatsen.se's blog, hoping he will answer cxxx ill screenshoot if he does xD

Im so sleepy. ive only slept like 5,5+4+2+4+3,5 = ummm... 0,5 + 0,5 = 1,0 ummm + 3+5 = 8+1 = 9 +4+4= ummm 9+8= (9+9=18-1=..)17+2=18+1=19......

Ive slept 19 h since tuseday. . .

holy shit. . .

waaait~~~~

I meant; hola shit!!!! lmao

xoxo

As you can see, my first part is out of my story ''A man called mr.smith''

And i was getting irritated of people writing a billion rows in their blog feeds. . .

lol.

anyways, i think i have to lay down now cause my period hurts so much u dont even know. i rly struggled to write that so apprechiate (i know i spelled it wrong but whatevs. yolo.) it bitch. jk cx.

nah but i rly hope you liked it, ill start writing the next part soon ^^

xoxo

(play this song as you start reading).

''first my sister.

Then your son.

Third her mother.

He is not done.

Walking down the streets so red.

living under my own bed.

a man who's called mr.smith

The man all kids plays with.

First my sister.

Then your son.

Third her mother.

He is not done.''

1991 17th of july.

Today me and Sarah, my 6 year old little sister, are going to visit an amusement park outside town. Mother let us go alone because I just turned 15.

Mother had braided my long darkbrown hair while telling me to me careful and take good care of Sarah. i looked into mothers tierd, darkblue eyes and told her everything is going to be okay, that she doesnt have to worry. Then she started braiding sarah's hair. ever since she was born I always thought she was the most adorable little girl, and this was no exception. Her crystal blue eyes shone in the sunlight out of happiness, her wild and thick hazelnut colored hair framed her heart shaped face and adorable red cheeks softly. she was very shy but it just made her more loveable. even tho, she wasnt the most social type. Making friends was never her strongest side either. compensating that she had the wildest imagination and could come up with the ´weirdest thoughts. I have always been there for her when mother wasnt, playing with her, reading for her, taking her to preschool, read bettime stories and lots of other things. father left us during mothers second pregnancy , so mothers sister, alice, always helped us. then she had to leave us for her new husband, james. now mother is working full time in the towns local hospital, trying to keep he food on the table. on the hospital mother used to take care of a nice and lonley man who had been hurt very badly in a fire accident. He died just about two months ago of the wounds. mother was invited to his funeral. But before his death he had gotten two free tickets to the amusement park that he gave to mother as a thank you gift. mother thought it would be a perfect 15th birthday present and gave them too me. I gave one of the tickets to sarah. I wont forget the eyes she made when she saw me handing over one of the tickets. she is the most adorable little girl.

12:20

Right after lunch we went on to the buss which was filled with fancy ladys and men and some with laughing children. I payed for two tickets  to the smiling bussdriver. ''What a cute child'' he said with a babylike voice. Sarah took my hand and steped closer to me. I smiled back at the bussdriver saying ''Thank you, sir'' before we took our seat all the way in the back. I lifted her up on one of the seats and the buss started driving.

After a couple of minuits she gave me an empty look. ''What is it sarah?'' I asked her carefully. Suddenly she started smiling wide. ''mr. smith is a good man, right noaomi?''. she usaly never said my name . . . but they way she said it. . . it sounded so convincing. confused, thinking that its probably one of her stuffed animals i grabed my toughts and smiled at her. ''Ofcurse he is, sweetie''. I kissed her forhead and she started humming on a sweet melody. sarah had always been like that. when she asked for something or said something, no wasnt an option . . . she was almost hypnotizing.

An hour later we stumbeled out of the crowded buss that had stoped almost right in front of the amusement park. I took sarah hand so that she wouldnt get worried. she made those big, sparkeling eyes when she saw all the carousels, the laughing children and ''the fairytale castle''. her eyes stoped at that the pastel pink castle with high towers and the royal family actors on stilts. She looked up at me and giggled. ''Can we please go there?''. I nodded and started ´walking towards to the entry booth. ''Of course cutie''. she started humming on that pretty melody again."'whats that song your humming on all the time called, sarah?''. we stood in the long line and people stared at my little sisters shining eyes, suprised over how such a small girl can be so. . . beautiful. ''it doesnt have a name'' she said. ''would you please sing it for me, sweeite?'' i asked curiously. ''okay, but then i want an ice cream afterwards. . .'' I laughed at her cute commands. '' sure, my little doll'' she opened her mouth and took a breath before she looked deep into my eyes.''first my sister. Then your son. Third her mother. He is not done.Walking down the streets so red. living under my own bed. a man who's called mr.smith. The man all kids plays with. first my sister. Then your son. Third her mother. He is not done.'' a horrifying text like this, comming out of a 6 year old girl. a disturbing smile filled her face with a creepy joy. this dark content comming out of my own sisters innocent mouth. hearing her voice saying these dark sentences. . . Its truly. . scary. I just stood there looking at her giggeling face, just as everyone else. ''... who is mr.smith, sarah?'' people starting to slowly walk away from us. ''my friend, naomi, is there any problem with that?'' could i say against that face?. . . ''Well.. he doesnt seem very nice, sarah'' her face got dark and the light that always shone around her went out. ''mr.smith is a good man, naomi.''. she pierced me with her eyes. mr.smith is a good man, naomi. . .  a good man, naomi. . . mr smith. . . dissapearing in her eyes my eyelids got heavyer. ''next'' a unknown lady said. it was out turn to pay. i looked at the lady. she didnt look that nice, more stressed and irritated. i looked at sarah. she smiled friendly again. ''h..hello'' i said to the lady as i took up the two tickets and handed them over. ''welcome'' she said toneless and let us in. what just happend? Sarah took my hand and looked playfully at me ''i want my ice cream now, naomi'' ''Yes ,princess'' princess?  we walked inside. the first thing i saw was a big fontain with clear blue water with lots of coins in the bottom. with colorful buildings and cafes surrounding us we could only walk one way. she took my hand softly. I couldnt move. . . what is this. it felt like someone held my legs, pulling them down. ''Let her go'' i almost fell forward when the weight dissapeared. ''S..sarah?...'' she looked at me, filled with a psycopathic and innocent happiness. she tilted her head and smiled big , making her eyes so adorable. . . ''Yes big sister?'' it feels like hypnotizing. . .

hewwo my little weirdo.

I hate bloggers who makes a mile/ miles  long post/ posts. . .

whats the deal? Im too lazy to read all dat shit. youre not gonna get any readers if u dont make it intresting or funny, hun. i bet there is almost noone who likes reading your ugly blog with meaningless 500000 rows posts about your lame life! its just really lame and boring. ugh.

please forgive my temper (¬_¬) 

just got my period and it hurts as duck. duck* suck**** suck*** fuck***** (too lazy to erase).

now i shall start wrighting. lol.

*hugs*