Sonntag, 30. Januar 2011

Whatever, fuck it.

 Mal sehen was mir die Zukunft bringt. Aufjedenfall Sommer. Und Auszeit. Definitiv.
"Ich kann wirklich nicht sagen, 
ob es besser werden wird, 
wenn es anders wird. 
Aber soviel kann ich sagen, 
dass es anders werden muss, 
wenn es besser werden soll."

Sonntag, 16. Januar 2011

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She's so sick of never being beautiful enough. Never being stronger, or better.
She's sick of going home everyday, and  wishing she was someone else.
For once she wants to look in the mirror and be happy for what she sees back.
She's so sick of everyone telling her "You can do so much better than that."
Maybe she can't? And people talking behind her back. Yeah well she found out.
She's sick of people bringing her down and telling her that she isn't good enough.
But I guess all she really wants, is to be more than second best.

Mittwoch, 12. Januar 2011

Make me feel loved again, make me care about life again.









 She smokes like there's no tomorrow, she says it makes her feel alive. She drinks her wine like water cause she feels dry inside. She drives her car like it's a bullet, she says that time is slipping away. She never thinks about her future, it's a million miles away.

Montag, 10. Januar 2011