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I'm going to list all my annoyances that I have at the moment.
No one's probably gonna read them, so I'm just gonna go all out. o3o
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My so-called computer friend is acting like a jerk. She's also a person who brags about liking gore, blood, violence, and sick/twisted things. She compliments herself to make herself look cool... Hell, the only reason I'm friends with her is because we've been through so much on the computer together. I'm not a fan of her personality, or the fact that she ALWAYS judges me. "What happened to the happy you, now you're all emo and dark!" I've always been like this. I didn't show it when we were in that wolf pack and that Camp Half-Blood role-play because it was against my character's personality. >.>
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The fact that if I told my parents I wanted to dress in the Gothic style, they'd basically disown me. They want to me to be this perfect girly-girl, and my dad often says "You are a girl you know. You need to take better care of yourself!" DAD, I know I'm a girl, I;m not stupid. I take as much care of myself as I need thank you very much, I don't care if it doesn't meet your standards. He insists on me wearing make-up, and always says I'll change when I get older. No, I won't. I've had my mind made up for TWO YEARS dad, I'm not gonna change just because you don't like the way I am.
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When I told my Nanny that my favorite band was Creature Feature, when she asked me what my favorite band was, I could tell by the expression on her face that she was irked just by the name of it. She wants me to be some perfect girly-girl too, and she hates things that have to do with anything scary or non-girly. She wants me to listen to love songs. NO, Nanny, I hate both country and basically all love songs, and I don't want you to lecture me on what I can and can't listen to because it doesn't meet your standards.
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Gore and blood doesn't bother me as much as it does most people. It bothers me that it doesn't, and it gives me a feeling that something is seriously wrong with me. I like watching violence, and I love seeing people whom I've grown to despise in pain, or I want to inflict pain upon them and just laugh while I'm doing so. It makes me feel so screwed up, but for some reason I just can't help it. It makes me feel like a horrid person, and I don't know if it's an insanity or a disorder or what. v.v