January 2011
Du sier at jeg skremte deg bort, men du var jo aldri her?
“When will I learn to love?”
You can´t fucking control your fucking head. Like… Who am I? Why is everything so damn hard. I don´t need my pain anymore. I´m tired of this. I´m tired of being sick. I remember when I laughed of those who called it a decease, until it grabbed me and haunts me down every fucking night. Laugh all you fucking want, but when it haunts you too, lets see who laughs the loudest..
Jeg hater fargen brun. Det minner meg om alt jeg har ødelagt. Med meg selv. Når jeg får tankene opp i halsen. Alt snører seg. Brunt. Vil ikke se mer brunt. Det er nok. Men når får jeg kontrollen tilbake?
“If you really knew me, you would know that I´m my biggest criticiser”
Lets travel to Asia. Live in a bungalow. Breathe life. We´re still young.
“I´ve lost my hands, so it hurts to pray”
all my love, need some love, all my love
Sending my love to Agnes
Stillhet
La meg puste
I´ve got a problem. It hurts Constant pain My stomach No Stop Don´t want it anymore Just disappear I promise Never do it again Please
“what the HELL am I going to do now?”
Why do they come back, but never stays?
I´ll keep you in safety. I´ll hide you
“All I wanna see is your skin”
There was something in your eyes. I could see you. And when we kissed.. speechless
