Goodmorning
This is the Algae Residences
How may I help you,

My best friend is the guitar. &I never need boyfriends. I fall in love easily. With random things like country music, vampires,romance novels&colorful pens. To me, Taylor Swift&The Saturdays are awesome. I love little black dresses&scarves. In my spare time, I like to design cards&conduct random science experiments like dipping eggs into acid. Yeah&unlike normal humans, I like science, converging lenses&relative atomic masses included. Secretly, I want to be a doctor& a guitarist on the spy when I grow up. I love nonsense people who make me laugh. &yes, I love inviting people to my house&being invited to other's houses. I hate raindrops, airplanes, Jacob Black&jerks. No, I'd never though that I was smart/gorgeous/talented. I'm just a green colored pond scum. A bitchy one to be precise.
P.S My bitchiness is inherited, so beware of my mom.
P.S And currently, I'm desperate for a new phone&a pair of flipflops.

Indigo'09
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2HighOnHiccups'09
Modern dancer
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if you had a choice, would you die quickly like being shot in the heart,
or slowly like terminal cancer?

this post is going to be so different from the previous post.

GOD, nobody knows how tired i am.
cheer wears me out, ALOT. like ALOT. despite the smiles PLASTERED on my face during auditions, my body wears out like friction on a tyre.
when i went home, i was so tired that i grabbed my guitar -wanting to play it- but fell onto the floor. i hugged my beloved instrument, my head and elbow crashing against the cool tiles and then i just fell asleep - with my body wrapped around a bloody guitar.
i woke up 1hour later after my brother began strumming the guitar.
apparently, he doesn't know that i'm partially deaf. but even if i am deaf, his strumming could wake me up.

HELL, after coming back from the library, i was so dman tired that i couldn't even see straight. i stripped my tanktop off, put on my nightdress and crashed right into the master bedroom(i didn't sleep in my room cause my bed is a chaos itself)
my mom woke me up - want to know how she did that? she caned me on my thighs. she does that EVERY SINGLE DAY when she wakes me up in early rise and shine kind of stupid routine - and complained that i didn't brush my teeth.
ohmyfuck. do i even look as if i care? even rob pattinson or chace crawford popped by that second, i wouldn't even give them any time of day -in this case, night. and my mom wants me to brush my bloody teeth.
FINE.i woke up, feeling bloody pissed. went to the bathroom but i didn't brush, rebelling. i poured water over my toothbrush to prove that i brushed and went back to sleep.
SCREW IT,i switched off-ed the lights and pushed the fan towards me - mom complains electricty tariff rates are high and so, don't use the air-con.
my OH-SO-LOVABLE AND UNDERSTANDING BROTHER switched on the light and pushed the fan towards himself. you know why?
CAUSE HE JUST WANTED TO READ THAT FUCKING BOOK OF HIS WHICH HE BORROWED FROM THE LIBRARY AND IT WAS 1045 PM.
we competed over the fan and the light ffor more than 95856856949 times. for once, i gave up. i thre the pillow at him several times screaming, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU. which i obviously do.
now i regretted it.
regretting that why shouldn't i have used my talon-razor-sharp knives to sink into his soft flesh, enjoying EVERY SINGLE drop of blood oozing out.
regretting that why didn't i pulled the hell out of his head and smash it right straight into the concrete wall.
that smirk, that laughter, that face is like a nightmare.
if i didn't have enough self-control, i would have banished a knife from the kitchen and murder my brother straight away. immediately. like stabbing him hysterically in my gothic story then i'll kill myself to save the government of the expense to put me in jail.
anyway, he gave up. i switched off-ed the lights and got the fan to myself FINALLY.
i didn't fall asleep.

GODDAMNIT, i was screaming at the top of my lungs. it so high-pitched you couldn't hear anything but some screeching. i hugged my teddy bear - named smelly - and my bolster and SCREAMED. as though i was on roller coaster.
my brother was gone and the room around me was dark so i went on ranting and raving, heaving, and letting the hot tears streak down my cheekbones hurriedly thanks to gravity and soaking through my pillow.
and you know what, in the end, i forgo the bed, the masterbed room, the fan. i grabbed my sleeping stuff and dashed into my room. i fainted. thump. hard onto the floor. and i slept, crying again. this time because i was really pissed and was having gastric plus cramps together.
but in the end, i couldn't sleep. so i'm blogging now in case i don't make it tomorrow, someone can spread the message: algae died in her sleep because of gastric because she can't find anything in her house to eat(except the abundance of fever meds which i'm very tempted to do so but i know jolene will kill me if i do so i'm resisting)and no one knows how hard it is

if you die with a bang through the four chambers of your heart, you'll not have a chance to say goodbye-
if you die slowly, it'll be so painful that you just want to get done and over with it.

to me- there's no need to say goodbye.
for what? to whom?

when all hope is lost, can i even find a last spark of fire
ALGAE

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