I'm nobody's fool
I can not keep up appearances. I can not wear more makeup more.
excuse.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Dallas Stars Tickets Printable
entfall @ 2008-08-05T22: 36:00
I wish it would stop.
no idea storm, I increased the heart rate Heat waves and chasing through my body, I threatened to stifle painful and impregnated drips adrenaline panic as corrosive poison in my veins, not this explosive pressure in my skull, which limits me to the mental stability or load capacity and up to the edge of that abyss familiar madness drives.
Only I, I alone and nothing else, such a thing as inner peace, serenity balanced, center-balanced extremes. All this damn trash.
It is so typical of me not being able to fly without falling, the frenzy of joy only associated with the subsequent rush of pain to experience.
It's so damn hard, costs so a lot of energy, gegenzulenken always steer past, from catch-and. to remain rational. Let go.
(And of course run again as a result of those automatic mechanism of immediate flight into repression, which, as always, leaving nothing but emptiness, just because you do not want to face the things can make, erbA ;. Rmlich)
me is all, is caught up, dust-colored and I am stunned, splinters in the blood scrape along its tracks and drill into the heart, a strange pulling, pure organic Pain and I hear Portishead and think how nice it would now have a smoke, if I did not carry around this damned flu infection with me and I was wondering why the hell I am writing all this and if I will ever find an outlet for the vortex to unbearable tense emotions that I am loved one and all want to puke from the body and imagine what it would be to really explode, ash to be, black threads in the wind, rain on asphalt, clouds clouds, dirt and garbage, blood and vomit, empty bottles and injection needles, sweet colorful lights swaying swaying crowds lost in nothingness, a sky so endless and cold and I wonder what exactly is wrong with me actually, physically and mentally.
should probably stop all the things I do feel, and think that I do, feel and think and just try to follow what we as a healthy, life skills people called. Maybe then things would get better.
I just believe that I did not want that, any more than anything else. should
And I am unfortunately not really clear what it is, I do In this situation, in life at all, and in general, and in a spirit of constructive, productive purpose.
It is in its completely free valuation neutrality totally pointless exactly the same. There is no reason that forces you just to choose anything in particular.
I wish it would stop.
no idea storm, I increased the heart rate Heat waves and chasing through my body, I threatened to stifle painful and impregnated drips adrenaline panic as corrosive poison in my veins, not this explosive pressure in my skull, which limits me to the mental stability or load capacity and up to the edge of that abyss familiar madness drives.
Only I, I alone and nothing else, such a thing as inner peace, serenity balanced, center-balanced extremes. All this damn trash.
It is so typical of me not being able to fly without falling, the frenzy of joy only associated with the subsequent rush of pain to experience.
It's so damn hard, costs so a lot of energy, gegenzulenken always steer past, from catch-and. to remain rational. Let go.
(And of course run again as a result of those automatic mechanism of immediate flight into repression, which, as always, leaving nothing but emptiness, just because you do not want to face the things can make, erbA ;. Rmlich)
me is all, is caught up, dust-colored and I am stunned, splinters in the blood scrape along its tracks and drill into the heart, a strange pulling, pure organic Pain and I hear Portishead and think how nice it would now have a smoke, if I did not carry around this damned flu infection with me and I was wondering why the hell I am writing all this and if I will ever find an outlet for the vortex to unbearable tense emotions that I am loved one and all want to puke from the body and imagine what it would be to really explode, ash to be, black threads in the wind, rain on asphalt, clouds clouds, dirt and garbage, blood and vomit, empty bottles and injection needles, sweet colorful lights swaying swaying crowds lost in nothingness, a sky so endless and cold and I wonder what exactly is wrong with me actually, physically and mentally.
should probably stop all the things I do feel, and think that I do, feel and think and just try to follow what we as a healthy, life skills people called. Maybe then things would get better.
I just believe that I did not want that, any more than anything else. should
And I am unfortunately not really clear what it is, I do In this situation, in life at all, and in general, and in a spirit of constructive, productive purpose.
It is in its completely free valuation neutrality totally pointless exactly the same. There is no reason that forces you just to choose anything in particular.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Best Bronzing Powders 2010
I'm stupid, stupid, selfish, and especially inappropriate for any relationship between human kind
yesterday I got all messed up, which I had not messed up and so the best thing that could ever happen to me excluded from my life. How mindless can you get? How blind can you really act?
I have turned my back in recent weeks in the human being that I never never never never never never wanted to be. I have my cold heart to govern again, instead of listening to my gut feeling. And why? WHY? Because I once again panic over the deep, got to the reality and my memories. I would not again destroy something that saved my life and instead to act as usual, I wanted to do it differently. And what did I gain? I thought I'd get all ruined.
I came the problems of my friends that I can never ever be as close as they are right. So I have my thoughts directed at them, I'm so bothered that they are distracted, but secretly I wanted to distract myself. Did not even in front of me again have to admit, is all that important to me to destroy.
When I wrote yesterday that it's over, I knew at the time warned that it would probably be the biggest mistake of my life and gave me Lara the accused. I did not want us to tear us further. I did not want to hear all the time from her that she was the culprit and she said nothing means more. I happen to have the incredible talent, people from me and then if they really want to cling to me.
I have treated like dirt and put off the time. Ran away when she wanted to tell me what a Riesenidiotin I am. I just was not there. Was with people that I make but our lives but never could keep my life alive as they do. I need to know how you breathe, how you live, how does one know that it is possible. I need them just as much.
It is true that I was there for my friends here and I can not apologize for it and would that I took care of them. But what I need to apologize is that I have encountered the most important person in my life from me, was not there, although she was always there for me, I'm listed as an asshole that takes what It needs to return without anything and my blindness.
I gave her the feeling that I need it no more and that means nothing to me. I was really excited about how she could think of, but I know myself that I would not have otherwise felt. We have been disappointed too many times, have been duped and exploited, that such feelings creep in quickly. I would have to remember, but I've taken for granted that she understands me and accepts my actions, though I had forgotten that it is not just any person in my area, but just as I am.
It hurts so inhuman to have lost you. Maybe you can someday my apology, which came much too late to take ...
Friday, August 1, 2008
Soul Silver Rom For Desmume Ma
entfall @ 2008-08-01T17:48:00
I feel now, as I would fall. (Once again, surprise.)
A rush of images, Tonbruchstücke access, to touch nothing. No maintenance.
A wet clothes lump, hard and soft. Wake of the deep, swirling vortex, faster and faster and faster, on striking unstoppable.
Close your eyes, sleep.
tired Tired Sun
Can not focus my attention, I blurred diverges and even contrary, jumps and flees. View lot staring trübtränig.
apathy and inertia, every breath, tearing and pulling, so hard.
resistance. Powerless.
not think, just do not think . Too strenuous. Does not work.
repression, forget it. (Verlieren.)
Of these cases, omitted decay.
absorption.
Biting, sickening melancholy; instability on the border of madness into the void inside. Dizzy-making aggressive, bare will to destroy.
Lurking, grinning abyss black shadow, sharp.
(I guess I'm just not strong.)
blood red. Streaks on glass, fog and steam, crack and burst.
I feel now, as I would fall. (Once again, surprise.)
A rush of images, Tonbruchstücke access, to touch nothing. No maintenance.
A wet clothes lump, hard and soft. Wake of the deep, swirling vortex, faster and faster and faster, on striking unstoppable.
Close your eyes, sleep.
tired Tired Sun
Can not focus my attention, I blurred diverges and even contrary, jumps and flees. View lot staring trübtränig.
apathy and inertia, every breath, tearing and pulling, so hard.
resistance. Powerless.
not think, just do not think . Too strenuous. Does not work.
repression, forget it. (Verlieren.)
Of these cases, omitted decay.
absorption.
Biting, sickening melancholy; instability on the border of madness into the void inside. Dizzy-making aggressive, bare will to destroy.
Lurking, grinning abyss black shadow, sharp.
(I guess I'm just not strong.)
blood red. Streaks on glass, fog and steam, crack and burst.
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