English

Shok their hands
Cleaned them of the dirt

Here I come
When I'd better go
I say yes
When I oughta say no

I wish you could write tones that would be awesome.

I feel beautiful today, agains many odds. I do, and it feels great.

Music is THE best topic to get to write an essay on
Jealous

There are a lot of things I can't take
But none of them are as bad as waiting, when I know I'm waiting for nothing
Or doubt
Doubt kills me
I hate to doubt, and I hate it when others doubt

Well I feel a bit like I haven't been writing anything here in a long time, but who cares? I started this blog to write down all things I wanted to write in english, but couldn't write in my other blog. But lately I haven't had a lot of those kind of thoughts. I guess that's good in one way.

I have an obsession with the number seven

All pf the days when I was happy
How did they come to this?
All of the days when I had a life
Where did they go?
And why?

I wish money would have sex in my pocket and multiply
I wish my grass was emo so it would cut it self

I'm just gonna go ahead and write down thoughts I think are relevant. For me I mean. I don't think I'll show this blog to anyone, maybe in the future but for now it's just something for myself. An extra thing that will make it harder to convince people that I'm not schizofrenic. But then again maybe I am. Who knows?

Sister C laughing bells of red gold
Joke untold
With the summernight in her hair

I find myself letting go of control a lot
Saying to myself that it's destiny
That I'm not supposed to be with the boy that doesen't love me anymore
That I wasn't supposed to succed with all with wich I've failed
But sometimes I don't really don't know what to think

This destiny-thing is kind of relieving
But It's also scary
Beacuse it leaves me with no control what so ever

Sometimes thought, it would be nice to be without control
For real
It would mean that I would also be compleatly without responsibility