December
January 2010
Stones taught me to fly, Love it taught me to cry Life it taught me to die, So it's not hard to fall When you float like a cannonball.
~ 150 Dagars ~
My wounds cry for the grave My soul cries for deliverance Will I be denied?
How do you suppose to hold your life together when everything in it falls apart? I want you here and not in my head. Den här veckan har inte varit den bästa. Crap.
Old one. I'm sick of the cold. Ge mig sol! ;( Homework: Projektarbete på 100 timmar, 2 stycken böcker ska läsas, körkorts teori och öva praktik, 2 stora kinesiska prov, svenska språkuppgift, s
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