About Ceekay.

Name: Ceekay (C.K.) Gender: Female Constellation: Libra Blood Type: B Hometown: Hunan Birthday: 1987 10.22 Sexual orientation: bisexual, playing spiritual love with the opposite sex, and playing physical entanglement with the same sex. There is little information about C.K., so many things are not very clear. C.K. place of death: hospital process: unplug the infusion tube. Cause of death: suicide. In the final despair, C.K. took more than 80 sleeping pills and injected ice. He cut his wrist with a dagger, and there was a deep bone in it, but his aunt found it around 9 o'clock the next morning. He failed to commit suicide and was taken to the doctor by an ambulance. The first night after the successful rescue. She chose to commit suicide again. Unplug the infusion tube. Her grandfather was Irish, and she was a quarter Irish. To tell the truth, she looks a little scary. Actually, she's cute. Too bad she's dead. She's actually quite talented. Many record companies have looked for her, but I don't know why they didn't know her until she died. She is a pharmacist and a Gothic woman. She has a small face with a pointed chin and a black scorpion tattooed on her left face. I punched five holes at a time, an eyebrow nail, a tongue nail, two lip nails and a horrible chest nail. She said: I will die again and again, proving that life is endless. She has a special voice and writes special lyrics. She, C.K.//Ceekay, has a special name, a special surname and a special death fan. In a word, she is special. Let's remember C.K. and that mysterious woman. C.k.' s last diary is so hurtful. Weird posture froze in the soft chair. Sweating all over. Probably hungry. I stood up in high spirits and went to find some baking soda cookies to eat. My stomach is cramped. Rush into the bathroom and retch. I can't spit anything out. I can only habitually squat down and pick my throat. When I put my finger in, I felt sick. Finally spit it out, and the gastric juice lubricated the esophagus. I just want to get rid of this discomfort. Digging for a minute or two, the fingertips are getting harder and harder. There are blood drops on the white tiles. I don't know if my nails hurt my throat or I have a nosebleed. In short, the throat and nose began to spray blood, mixed with stomach acid and filth. Your face and hands are covered with blood and saliva. I am hysterical. I just want to throw up everything in my stomach, so I will feel better. My eyes are black when I stand up. Stumbling against the wall for a while. I stared vaguely at myself in the bathroom mirror. This scene is repeated almost every year. I'm so tired. What festival is it today? It seems to be New Year's Eve. Fireworks were set off everywhere, and the night outside the window was like day. Ears, but can't hear any sound. The nosebleed is still running. Slip through the corners of your mouth, drop down your chin and drop on your collarbone and chest. Sweet smell of fish. Wash your face with cold water at will. He cocked his neck motionless and finally stopped the nosebleed. Go back to your room. Go online. The dim light of the computer. Look at her signature and make fun of Mr. and Mrs. White. After watching her for a long time, she is still a door. Suddenly I cried. What C.K. said to everyone was taken from C.K. space. I'm not an artist or a public figure, so I don't need to put up with anyone and please anyone, especially just the Internet. Read if you like, and leave if you don't agree. I still habitually delete all those who deliberately criticize me for making trouble on Q, and I still habitually delete all those words that I don't like to hear in this space. Whether you have a personality or not is none of my business. I didn't mess with you. I sleepwalk on my own small website and never bother anyone. Your paws are scratching me. I can kick you out anytime. I'm not bothering you, so please don't bother me. Someone added me to brag about your so-called music, so-called HIPHOP, so-called rock. Sorry, none of the above interests me. Accurately speaking, I don't hate music, but what I hate is mostly these self-righteous rock music and black bubble music. One by one, I fantasize that I have the sharpest insight, the most talent and the most temper in the world. It's just that your talent has not been discovered, and you are full of extreme stupidity. Forget your own vanity and fantasy, and let me agree with you. If I reply to a message slowly, I can make you swear. Doesn't it hurt the liver? So maybe I can't respond to your excitement and enthusiasm, make you feel hurt in self-esteem, make personal attacks on me angrily, or take the initiative to delete me, and publicize to your equally lovely circle of children that ck wants to talk to you today and you ignore her. What a boring person she is. All right, then you stay there. Do you think I am as empty as you? I ran to your site and pulled a bunch of nutritious things, then sneaked back and spoke ill of you to my friends everywhere. Or make up some stories, even better. I have a crush on you and admire you until your behavior is out of control, so you should not be careful to have an affair with me. What are you trying to prove? Prove that you are the embodiment of light and justice. Or prove that you are Godzilla, you are the darkest, sexiest and invincible in the dark world. Transformers, right I really can't learn to take you seriously. In view of the above groups. Love who. And then about this space. For some well-meaning friends, you are always welcome to come here if you like. It may not make you happy, but at least it will give you a moment of peace. I noticed everyone here. Thank you for every little blessing and greeting you left. I sincerely hope that when you leave, you didn't take away the negativity here, and you didn't take away your happiness and enrichment here. I like everyone who can read this small room. Therefore, I am willing to open my door only to these people, so that my good friends can feel the short-term warmth in this illusory darkness. Even if it's only for a second. Then it is very valuable to me. For some friends who are too curious or heroic, I have to explain here that I am really a smart, sensitive and suspicious person. Especially online. I'm definitely not as mysterious as you think, I'm just talking to myself. Simply put, I want to eat lesbians when I leave the computer. So you may sometimes read one of my logs, or see which photo makes you have questions about me, and you will boldly start asking questions. The starting point may be care, pure curiosity, sarcasm, sympathy, whatever it is, but you will find that I am not so friendly to you. Because of simplicity, I hate talking about emotions. Especially since we don't know each other very well. I don't care what you think when you ask questions. In short, your questions will hurt my self-esteem. Then, if there are any problems in the future, those who just want to chat and make friends in adolescence, I suggest not to add me QQ. I'm afraid your impression will be damaged. I'm sorry. I may not be what you think at all. Not so easy to get along with. To be precise, I really belong to the type that hates stars. I don't like you if you put a period. And it seems that all my friends who have known me for a long time know that once I know someone, I will have a bad temper, behave violently and swear. I suggest you don't "know" me. You'll regret it. Please don't keep asking me if I want to stop with the background song. And the names of the first two songs, M and C, I swear by my family, I really don't know what they are called. I will never put anything in this space again. So obviously, all the pictures and words you see here must be my own. Then please don't put my things in your own place again, and then come and tell me that you saw them used in other places because of your guilty conscience and acted like an idiot. This is low-level. Of course, compared with some people who magically think I'm blind and hide in my Q for a long time under my nose, it's really a bit advanced to stuff my latest photos, diaries and other things into my room regularly at the first time. Finally, if it is still useful, I will reprint it here again. Please leave a message if possible. If it is a low-key or shy category, please indicate the author himself when reprinting. I don't mean to respect originality, but at least please respect me. I don't need these things to be seen by many people. The so-called click-through rate is locked. When setting up close friends, friends always ask why. I must crack down on juvenile delinquency. 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