February 2012
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This is the first time ever I’m crying over a tv show. Jenny reminds me of.. well, me.
‘Talking, laughing, loving, breathing, fighting, fucking, crying, drinking, writing, winning, losing, cheating, kissing, thinking, dreaming.’
Cleaning up my room, listening to Rise Against, writing, drinking tea, watching The L Word, drawing, eating an apple. I like this night.
But this won’t work as well as the way it once did Cause I want to decide between survival and bliss Though I know who I’m not I still don’t know who I am But I know I won’t keep on playing the victim
Oh how I love sleeping topless
Dead and tired from snowboarding for two full days. My whole body aches.
Can’t fucking wait to go again tomorrow :)
All this shit cuts me up inside, and I have the need to make the outside look the same.
In three day’s I’ll be arriving at the hotel in Austria with my father, stepmother, three brothers and their girlfriends. :) NICE. (Yes, I’m aware of the fact I’m the only single person of the group, but I don’t care ‘cause I get to lay all over my own huge hotelbed and make a mess of my own hotelroom. Thank you.)
I’ll probably go crazy at Deadmau5’s show at Rock Werchter.
Lonely nights are hard. Stay strong.
Good girls are pretty like all the time I’m just pretty some of the time Good girls are happy and satisfied I won’t stop asking until I die Good girls don’t say no or ask you why I won’t let you love me until you really try Good girls are sexy like everyday I’m only sexy when I say it’s okay
