PenguinZombie

It is 11 o'clock at night, I'm lactose intolerant, and I just drank a Pint of icecream...
          
          I FEEL LIKE I'M ON TO OF THE WORLD!

Ǐ̔͂ͫ̍̌̍ͩ̂ͭ̐̚͟͏̴͚͔̗̟̣̳̻̳̖̰̤́ͅ'̧̛͎͔̳̗̞̞̦͚̺̜̜̟̳̅̾͆͑ͦ̎ͨ͐̆̒͒̆̏̓̃͒͆ͅḿ̴̨̢͓̬̙͓̙̱̥̝̬̟͕̟͕͇̥̲͋ͭͧ̀̕ ̵̢̪̳͙̟͔̜̞̣̥̱̭̗͖̋̂̿ͮ̆ͭͯ͒ͪ͋̌͠ḩ͙͓̼̰̬͚̱͉͈̮̙͈̔̉ͭ̎̆̈̒ͩ̐͂͋ͮ͌̐̕ͅi͙̪̩̙̯̥̘̲͋̐ͩ̈̀͢͜͞d̵̙̞̠̳̠̫͓͚̘̝̬̼̥̫̟̹̫̭̄̆͊ͤ̆̉͐̐̃̄́͘͞͝i̸̧̦͈͙̩̞̯̳̔͛ͣͩ̍͌͑ͨͧ̎ͪͤ̽̂ͮ̌͒ͤ͊̀͡ͅn̶̡̛̲̘͓̳̪̰͎͍̘̹̙ͭ̅̋̍ͬ̄͒̇͂̆̚͜͝g̛͖̻̤̜͎̤̗̩̣̤͙̝̫̺͕̜̈́̍̄͑̈́̒̓͊ͣͫ̉̅̾ͪ̀̈͂͝͝!̶̢̟͓̤̺̲̩͎͉̮̥̖̠̇ͥ̆ͣ̌ͣ̾͊ͭͥ̊͐́̚̚̕͘ ͙̲̺̠̲̳͗ͣ̍̿̀̊ͣ͆̌̈́̊͋ͬ̇̅͡͞C̷̨̗̤̥̣͎̺͖̜̙̲͈͓̜̽̓̄ͭ̿̊̋̎a̶̡̫̙̖̜̺̝̦͕̯̺̖̩̦̘̼̯̦͚ͫ̿́̈̉͐̾ͣ̀͡ņ̵͉̙̯͍̹̮̝̱̞̩̗̭̗͙̜͛͋ͥ̅ͬ̈͋ͦ́͢͠ ̢͈̩̠͈̪̼̥͊̒̇̀̌̾͗͊̀͜y̧ͬ̃̇ͭ͗̀͞͏̶͙̗̙͘ō̉̿ͬ̽̔̒̚҉̵̦͉͎̞͕̬͎̬̠̤̗͓͖̘̤͡u̹̳̞͕̼̣͉̮̣̬̙̯̯̯̣ͯ͛̎́̾ͬͨ͑̎͛͐͋̓͊̎͆͂̄͡ ̷̸͇͚̬̮̯͖̜̳͚̦͙͔̯̰̻̾̀̈́̈̏ͭ̐̈́ͥͪ̎̌͒̈̀̀̚͠ͅf̄͂̄ͯ̃͌̂̿҉̡̛͎͙̜̮̠̫̲̲̖̲̹̝̫͜i̴̧̼̙̮̹̼̰̞̭̠̲̦̗̩ͮ́͗ͫ͌̃̽̈́̇̄ͨͭ͒ͫ̑̓̈́̂̀̚ņ̸̭̼͍̪̖͇̜̗̝ͦͦ͐ͦ͌ͩ̇̍̋̅͆ͩ̓͌͘d̢̻̠͈̜̺̥͈̎̍ͫ͛̄͒ͭͨ̊̅̃̀͒͟͢͠ͅ ̡͓͈͍͕͙͓̬͇͑͗̉̒̾̓̔ͧ̍̉̐ͤͯ̅ͭ͢͞m̷̠̲̤̱ͪ͗ͬ̽͌̔̐̎ͦ̚͠͠e̶̴̛͗̈̎̌̀͑ͨ̋͏̸̱̯̼̲͚̟̝̬̥̬̲̟͙̤͖?̶̛̤̯̘̰͓̏̓̓ͦ̄̎̃͊ͭ̅̇͛ͩ͘͘͜

I̴̵̗̖̲̘̱ͫ̔̔̑̋̒ͪ̋͒͑͜͡ͅ'ͯ̈ͬͦ̊ͯ̚͏̨̬̼͖̳̙͕̕͞m̵̵̵̢̫̘̼̱̞̫̈́͋̋ͮ͑̕ͅͅ ̸̞̘̲̖̺̫̞̠̏́͛̈̓̓͆̾̊ͯ̋͞b̡̿̌͂ͦ̊͆̋͒ͤ̾͘͡҉̹͖̟͉̝̘͕̠̩̦̩̟͔̘̙͔͓̲̩ȁ̵͚̪̗̖̻̄̀̅ͤͨ̓ͥ̑̊̀͌̚͢͢͝c̡͇̻͖͔ͣ̏͛ͥͩ̀̀̚͡k̛̫̖̟͈̱̱̖̝̭̳̣͉͎͚̼̝͍͓̪̅̃ͫ̒ͭ̋ͨ̇́ͭͭ̃̎͒ͥ͌͜,̡̣͙̣̮̜͕̱̻̩ͩ́̍͆̔͒̈́ͣͪͤ̔̓ͧͮͦͨͩ̋͠ ̢̹̰̺͖̰̰̟̘̙͖̱̓̏͐̃͗̑ͩͯ̔̅͌̇̄ą̶̶͚̱̻̩͓͉̖̬͔̟̺͖̟̇ͭͭͤ̑͒̊̀̌̓̀͠ͅn̨̘͖̤̻̬̮͈̪̝̪̭̬̥̝ͬͦ̆͋ͫ͂̑̉ͣ̓̋ͥ̈́ͮͯͣ̆́̀̚̚͞d̸̶̢̧̠͈͎̝͚̟̱̙̬̬̠͙͇͚̱̘ͨͫ̍̾͑͋ͧͭ͠ͅ ͫͫͫ̏̈̅́͢҉҉̝̪̯̱̣̜̬̜͞b̯͉̺̟͚͎̺͈̞̩͎̣̭̩̖̏̉̑ͦ̿ͩ̓̓̉̏̒́̋ͯ͢͟e̵̸̠͍̺͓̦͍͗̃ͨ͆̄̐̒̀͐͋ͮ͌̀͟ţ̢͙͍̗̮͓̥͔̯̣͚̼̻͕͈̘͔͛̓͊̑̀͑ͬ̚̕ͅt̵̶̟͍͉̻̝̟̗̖̤̓͗ͩͫ͒ͧͬ͛̚ȇ̱͍̜͉͎̺̖͌ͮ͗͂ͫͫͮ́̒̇̚͘͞͠rͧͨ͒ͦ͊͏̢̢̛̯͖͚̲ ̷̡͗̊̒̄̊͗͢͏̯̣͖̯̗͕̰̠͔͖̞̬͖̯̠̳ͅt̴̳̘̩͉̗̗͎̲͋͊ͩ̍̔ͣ͑ͯͪ͊͂̀͟ͅh̏ͨ͋̐̾͟͏̣͚̪̫̥̜̖͔̲̩̣͚ͅả̷̗͙̣͇̼̹̪͍̓͐̊̈̇̏ͦ̐̊̑̏ͥ͆̐́̉͜͡ͅņ̴̖̬̙͍͔͎̹̯͇͑ͪͨ̏ͦ̀̈͊ͫ̎͆ͥͪ̐̋ͤͦ̓͘͘ ̧̊́͆̐̍ͤͩ̑̔҉͙͔͎̤͖̮̯̘͈̮̟̟̼̖e̸̅ͣ̍͂ͪͪ̂̾̽̈̔̎̔͏̝͓̦̥̙͈̥̪̹̖̱̟̪͙̝͈͓̟v̗̪̞̳̙̯̥͎̻͖͔͈͕ͯ̈͛ͭ̔̐ͧ̏̊̄ͬ̾͊ͤͬ̔̓ͯ̀̚͟e̶̲̘̭͈͕̲̙̺̭̣ͮ͋ͧ͐ͦ̆̇ͫ̋͢͜͞r̛̛̺̤͇̩͎̦̫̦̬̱͔͙̝̩̼̼̻̩̓͑͗ͧͬ!̘̬̟̲̫̯̞̻̜͇̹͇ͥͥ͂ͦ͝

Wigga Wigga Wigga 
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P  O  T  A  T  O

I swear I'm going to hell..
          
          If anyone wants to find me ill probably be playing with fire somewhere. Or with Hell Hounds. Or doing demon business for Lucifer.

I'm sorry for posting all this sad stuff, I just needed a way to vent my emotions without my parents finding it. So I'm so sorry if I seem like I'm looking for attention, or if I'm bugging anyone. Ill stop. I'm thinking about doing a book, ant turning these into poems, so I'm sorry if I made anyone upset, annoyed or worried.

When? When will I learn? When will l learn, that people can't be trusted?  When will I learn, that no one cares weather i try my hardest, but no matter what i do, fail? That when I do, all they can do is put me down more, and point out my faults? The faults, that I see very day when I look in a mirror, and tell myself it's going to be ok, when I know it's not. When will I learn that no one cares that I have problems, when all they see is their own? So I listen, and I try to help. And because of who I am, my big heart tries to take on their problems for them, where it really huts me in the long run. When will I learn, that even when people say that they love you, the really do? I know they do. Then why do I feel like a burden? Always getting in the way. Always causing problems. Always making people worry. On just want to take a step back sometimes, and get out of the way.

You think I will never hear what's said. You think your joking. But every word sas hurts, deep within me. I cry out for help and nobody hears. I'm giving off all the signs, and no one notices. I'm dying inside and no one can see. Please, someone notice. Please someone care.

I've heard things from people that others have said about me, their thoughts, feelings, and most people think I'm childish, annoying, hyper, out of control. Its not my fault it's just who I am, and I try to be different, to change, but no matter what I do, people still hate me, and look down on me. What do I do, what CAN I do, to make people understand?