C’est bien de savoir qu’a la fin de la journee, il y aura toujours cette chose qui me fait sourire.
C’est bien de savoir qu’ils essaient de l’aider. (franchement, il m’enerve ce gars.)
C’est bien de savoir que vous voulez aider aussi, mais ca vaux plus la peine.
C’est bien de savoir que ce qui nous arrive, c’est pour nous apprendre a devenir plus forts.
C’est bien de savoir qu’on est pas toute seule dans le monde.
C’est bien de savoir qu’il y au moins quelqu’un qui nous comprend.
C’est bien de savoir que t’a essaye.
c’est bien de savoir que je respire, je marche, j’aime, et que je suis toujours vivante.
♥ This makes a pefect shade of dark blue, have you ever been alone in a crowded room? ♥
Heehee. Self entertainment. I have gotten used to that already.
SELF ENTERTAINMENT:
- to not stay infront of the computer too long
- to not say stupid things
- to avoid stressing myself out on petty stuff
- to avoid studying for tomorrow
- to not listen to music, which after a point ends up being depressing (no matter what)
- to not bore myself infront of the tv
- to not think of tomorrow
- to not think of friday, and the whole weekend
- to not stress out on the jungol, zoo, or whatever
- to not think of you
On the verge of crying and breaking down.
On the verge of laughing out loud for what you told me last night.
On the verge of wanting to run away and never see your face anymore.
On the verge of shouting at you.
On the verge of hugging you.
On the verge of wanting to just pretend nothing happened these couple of days.
On the verge of actually believing you. I want to, I really do, but somehow, it dont work that way.
Music speak louder than words…
two completely different feelings, got me confused and f****** up.
Thats when by Aslyn
lyrics here
Too little, too late by Jojo
lyrics here
Ok. I have no idea what is happening around me. Everything is just a sureal blur. Eveything seems ok, but then again, im not sure.
Welcome to the jungol, welcome to the jungol.
Squirrel’s confusing the shit out of me.
Funkyfish with a fucking fugly faircut. Ha. ha. At least my humour didnt go away with my hair.
My dear ****, we have to do something about your ****, and his mermaid.
Mouse, spankin party, fish needs to go to the bitch beach.
Squirrel, urgh. Still dont want to talk about it.
I have to stop posting like this. really should think about something more intellectual.
on va tous crever. on va tous crever.
under the sea. under the sea.
welcome to the jungol. welcome to the jungol.
i dont wanna wait in vain for your love. i dont wanna wait in vain for your love.
It’s just too little too late
A little too wrong
And I can’t wait
Boy you know all the right things to say
You say you dream of my face
But you don’t like me
You just like the chase
To be real, it doesn’t matter anyway
It’s just too little too late
Welcome to the jungol, welcome to the jungol.
