fuck this
Okay, so for the first time in a while i'm actually going to write something. I have to.
I'm sitting here, all alone, feeling like a messed up weirdo. I can't help myself.
Even after everything that happened today I'm here alone, and my dad is downstairs doing whatever
he pleases to do.
I don't know what the hell I should do to stop this feeling, this feeling which is roaming around
inside me, messing everything up. It's messing with me.
All I really need is a hug.
who i can be
there's an angel watching over me... i wonder who it might be
i don't really know what is really happening, but it is
telling yourself it has to be done, but still you end up with yourself and your guitar
and i'm scared about the future because for once, i have no idea what to do
home is where the heart is and my heart is somewhere i don't know
dreams you think are beautiful often turn into nightmares
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME
i'm already counting the hours, the minutes, the seconds
i don't like slowing down because when i take it slowly i suddenly have time to think
i want you to know that i'm going to love you till the day i die
ma petite soeur est très jolie, l'automne est très jolie, le monde est très jolie
she tries to be strong, but still it feels so wrong. she's left all alone
there is no such thing as a beautiful goodbye
Linne Diesel, Halsband Ur&Penn, Lila tights H&M
