You you you you you you... PUTIN DE SALAUPARD A LA CON!!



I love to feel the emotions bursting in me. Just like going on stage, before a show: you're nervous, stressed, excited... You feel everything all at once. Once on the stage, you know there's people out there, and you feel like you must give it your best. And you're even more stressed after the show. It's insane. Crazy. Just like falling in love for the first time. Don't you just love the feeling you get when you see him walking by? And how you spend your nights thinking of him? How you doodle every where? And when all that is gone, you actually miss it? And then turn desperate? Then what's next? Can you tell me?



Strength. Hold on tight. I'm sick of those words.



I wish nothing ever happened. I wish those feelings were not true.



Morbid. Someone once told me, almost a year ago: past summer actually, how I liked morbid things. I didn't know what the word meant really. I had asked and got my answer. Pain killers. I want them now.