I hate mondays. The beginning of another week - feeling empty and not able to switch back from your real (weekend) life to your boring school life. Having people around you telling you things you don't want to know. It sucks.
Winter's come with a bang. It's so cold and I'm sure it's just the beginning. It's getting dark too early.
And I'm right back to the point I was so often before. Asking yourself the questions: Why? For what? Where will I go? There's no answers just the feeling that an important part inside of you is missing. Everyday is like Sunday but love will tear us apart.
Gute Nacht!
Questions to whoever wants to answer them:
1. What was the last movie you saw?
2. What was the last book you read?
3. When were you drunken the last time?
4. What made you happy the last time?
5. Why are you answering all these stupid questions?
Winter's come with a bang. It's so cold and I'm sure it's just the beginning. It's getting dark too early.
And I'm right back to the point I was so often before. Asking yourself the questions: Why? For what? Where will I go? There's no answers just the feeling that an important part inside of you is missing. Everyday is like Sunday but love will tear us apart.
Gute Nacht!
Questions to whoever wants to answer them:
1. What was the last movie you saw?
2. What was the last book you read?
3. When were you drunken the last time?
4. What made you happy the last time?
5. Why are you answering all these stupid questions?
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2. Der Dativ ist dem Genitiv sein Tod - Bastian Sick
3. 4. Januar - musste mit meinem besten Kumpel dessen Ex-Beziehungskack runtersplen.
4. sex
5. gleiche antwort wie "photogabba"