Something is wrong with this picture, I don’t know. I’ll never know.
It’s my face.
I made my personal blog.
Yay! C: Feel free to follow. I’ll follow everyone back cause I didn’t follow anyone yet.
Okay, this blog becomes a serious MCR related blog, so I’m going to open one for personal.
I’m about to cry.
Oh, what’s really wrong with me? Why I come up blue without reason? ;__;’
Most little things make me feel like crying but at the same time I can’t feel anything.
Maybe I should go see a fucking doctor.
I’m talking with clever bot for hours. I must be really forever alone, I mean, it’s a damn robot.
I wonder If someone checks my blorg daily.
Or at least weekly.
Well.. Obviously,
FML~
My life sucks. I mean, seriously.
I should not be jealous but I am. Everyone can see their favorite bands, they can even meet’em.
What about me? I sit here on the pc, look at the pictures, listen to their music, watch concert videos, sigh and cry a bit.
I know they will never come to my country, for fuck’s sake no one even knows where the fuck we are.
But it hurts. It really does hurts.
I listen to them for 5 long years, I deserved a concert.
Anyways. It’s no matter shit.
Yesterday I was on Omegle.
I named someone as Cloud, ‘cause he/she didn’t want to tell.
We talked for like a hour, or more, I felt so happy. It was amazing to talk with someone who really understand, doesn’t judge.
I’ve told him/her that “You’ve lighten up my very late night.”
Then he/she said;
“You named me Cloud, how can I lighten up your day?”
“When you in front of the sun, it’s still bright around. But it doesn’t hurt my skin.”
“You’re a poet, Stranger.”
He/she said.
Well, sister, I’m not much a poet, but a criminal.
And you never had a chance.
Everyone is so exited about P!ATD and MCR concerts.
I’m here sitting like:
THEY NEVER CAME TO MY COUNTRY, THEY WON’T COME TO MY COUNTRY.
NO ONE EVEN KNOWS WHERE THE FUCK IS TURKEY!
Let me die.
Goodnight everyone.
Sleepy time. It’s 3:00 am in the morning.
