Showing posts with label Charlie and the Chocolate Factory 2005. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charlie and the Chocolate Factory 2005. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Something Bothering Me

I got a funny feeling but have the belief it isn't this person's fault.  I was posting to who I thought was Tim Burton or ventured to realize it was probably another boy I spoke to online.  I tried to eat healthier, my dad even got me a turkey at the store to cook and he cooked it.  I got potatos, maybe sweet potatos, managed to cook them but now know how to really do it because I looked it up online, don't remember what else.  My parents had New England Clam Chowder for me, and I liked the little seafood.  I had biscuits.  I'm sure I had a vegetable or so.  I don't usually make cole slaw.  So, for some reason, the schedule became tight and I couldn't.  Also, I was online a lot and confused, like it was fast.  I felt these 2 things were caused by Johnny Depp.  He seems more contained, now, though, so it's okay.  I just hope this doesn't happen to anyone else.  This was October or November 2009.  I was pressured to check all these IMDb accounts that were supposedly Tim Burton.  There were like 300 of them.  They seemed to stop when I slept, you know some.  So, the bad thing is my female thing seems like slim to none.  I came home from college, and it was really thick and didn't hurt and felt so magical.  It was thick before, but it hurt.  In the mental institute, I think it wasn't as thick, but I don't remember well the difference.  Another funny thing is when I saw the poster for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory 2005 summer 2004, I thought this idea existed that I should stay home and not go to college and just post online, in hopes of a better future with what my life had been and probably about getting in movies.  Also, I don't like how Helena Bonham Carter gets so mad when some people or just me or people who make me who I am are interested in Tim Burton because he's advertised an interest to the world.  I can't believe how difficult it is with all the people I deal with.  I can't even relax, and I keep hearing little clicks and like squeaks.  What if the sounds become dangerous?  They were suicidal before, like when I was walking around my college campus.  Isn't it funny how I've been reduced to nothing by those around me in vengeance, like I have no dignity?  Also, why is Tim Burton acting uptight and snooty about what I post about him when I find him rather boring?  Racist, needless to say.  He's a wild animal, like every other famous person.