I hate snow. I love snow. I love you, I miss you. I hate myself. I miss my old self. I just want attention. I howl around even though it has nothing to rumheulen. I'm wrong. I want to write down my Gedankne, but I write only what others expect of me. No I'm not creative, I expected no one was. Little kids annoy. They throw snowballs and feel great. Even people from the private school feel great, but they do not throw snowballs at least most non.
Cold Mirror is funny, I like chocolate, but only in the winter ... when you comes in from the cold. Christmas stresses me, like every year. I let it but come on it whatsoever, I'm stupid. Do like others and get everything back in October, but no, three days before falling into you. Äqautorial-guiena. Babara Streisand, uhuhuhuhu. I like the song. It makes a good mood. My thoughts are primitv. I am primitive.
request. Ask after you. Verl gnawing for rest. Desire for pleasure. No automatic writing. Igrendwas only write what sounds good. Light in the dark. Skype is great. But most annoying. White, the snow. An empty. A black hole in white. Thirst. Thirst of drought.
I know this blog entry makes not much sense and the idea is stolen by Kuro (so soft at times even mersten)
It is an experiment for me and I will continue to try more often.
your häääning
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