
Why do they allow dreams, when they never comes true?
Why do they allow misstakes? It hurts only.
After all I feel breakable.
You say you can't stand me when I'm quiet,so I'm slowly killing you in my silence.







Hey blogg. I know that I might be one of the worst bloggers ever. I've been thinking on quit with blogging. But I decided that I need to clear my mind and post creativity and feelings out on cyberspace sometimes. The reason one is that I haven't had any time at all, my computer is totally fucked, and this time blogger have delated my picture's to this post around 5 times.
Well, my computer are a few years old, but It feels like it could be from stone age.My birthday is coming up soon (11 May), so I've been trying to remind everyone that "a laptop would be nice". I just lost my Windows messenger password, been struggling with password question "Who's you'r favourite celeberty trough all times?". My email is old, so I don't give a shit about who I liked when I were teen years old. Or somthing.
