Hey, it's been a mine there.
I do not know whether the phrase "No news is good news" has its place here, but given that apart from the slap that I picked up in maths, nothing really bad happened to me recently time, we'll admit this stuff.
And if I play WoW. Sisi. On Private Server, we must not mess either. Ah nan
but shhh, I can hear you, "That's CAAA " etc., roh, it's been two weeks since I played and I'm
that level 34. So Na.
I would surely my account occasionally. When I'm not lazy> \u0026lt;
My desire to write is quite fickle lately, sometimes it just touches me, makes me open a Wordpad document or take paper and pencil, then s' escaped in a laugh.
And then sometimes ... sometimes. She pushes me to write things that I would have certainly difficult to accept, if only to myself.
My old ship has ventured into strange waters, and the way back seems invisible. A Maelstrom
tormented me drift to unknown horizons, I wonder where he I will fail, and if I get out unscathed.
I have a little scared too, I must admit. There is a particular loneliness that hangs around like a reef.
The only available compass is locked in my chest, and seems not necessarily want to sail to calmer waters. I hate losing control that way.
But despite everything, a certain serenity swells the sails of my old boat, a certain relief. And then there was no damage by eye, at least not yet.
Ultimately, it is possible that all this is only a mirage, but nevertheless, I continue my journey, dans l'espoir d'atteindre des rivages plus sympathiques.
I do not know whether the phrase "No news is good news" has its place here, but given that apart from the slap that I picked up in maths, nothing really bad happened to me recently time, we'll admit this stuff.
And if I play WoW. Sisi. On Private Server, we must not mess either. Ah nan
but shhh, I can hear you, "That's CAAA " etc., roh, it's been two weeks since I played and I'm
that level 34. So Na.
I would surely my account occasionally. When I'm not lazy> \u0026lt;
My desire to write is quite fickle lately, sometimes it just touches me, makes me open a Wordpad document or take paper and pencil, then s' escaped in a laugh.
And then sometimes ... sometimes. She pushes me to write things that I would have certainly difficult to accept, if only to myself.
My old ship has ventured into strange waters, and the way back seems invisible. A Maelstrom
tormented me drift to unknown horizons, I wonder where he I will fail, and if I get out unscathed.
I have a little scared too, I must admit. There is a particular loneliness that hangs around like a reef.
The only available compass is locked in my chest, and seems not necessarily want to sail to calmer waters. I hate losing control that way.
But despite everything, a certain serenity swells the sails of my old boat, a certain relief. And then there was no damage by eye, at least not yet.
Ultimately, it is possible that all this is only a mirage, but nevertheless, I continue my journey, dans l'espoir d'atteindre des rivages plus sympathiques.
Il pleut dehors.
~ Home Sweet Home. ~
Even in the midst of flowing time, oppression spins round and round.
I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, didn't you know?
I can't even get myself to move, slipping through the cracks of time.
I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more.
Am I dreaming? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if everything changes, it will go dark.
Is there a future for someone like me? Will I still exist in a world like this?
Is this painful? Is it sad? Not even knowing myself.
I'm just tired even of walking, I don't even understand people.
If someone like me can change, if I change, it will turn white.
Even in the midst of flowing time, oppression spins round and round.
I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, didn't you know?
I can't even get myself to move, slipping through the cracks of time.
I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more.
Am I dreaming? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if everything changes, it will go dark.
Is there a future to come out of this useless time? Will I exist in a place like this?
If I wanted to tell you what kind of person I am, the words I'd use would be "good for nothing."
Will I exist in a place like this? Will I exist in a time like this?
If someone like me can change, if I change, it will turn white.
Am I dreaming now? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if everything changes, it will all go dark.
If I move, if I move, everything will break, everything will break.
If I'm sad, if I'm sad, will my heart be able to turn white?
I still know nothing about you, about me, about anything.
If I can open my heavy eyelids, if I break Everything, turn black!
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I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, didn't you know?
I can't even get myself to move, slipping through the cracks of time.
I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more.
Am I dreaming? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if everything changes, it will go dark.
Is there a future for someone like me? Will I still exist in a world like this?
Is this painful? Is it sad? Not even knowing myself.
I'm just tired even of walking, I don't even understand people.
If someone like me can change, if I change, it will turn white.
Even in the midst of flowing time, oppression spins round and round.
I can't even see the heart that's leaving me, didn't you know?
I can't even get myself to move, slipping through the cracks of time.
I don't know anything about what's around me, I'm just me and no more.
Am I dreaming? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if everything changes, it will go dark.
Is there a future to come out of this useless time? Will I exist in a place like this?
If I wanted to tell you what kind of person I am, the words I'd use would be "good for nothing."
Will I exist in a place like this? Will I exist in a time like this?
If someone like me can change, if I change, it will turn white.
Am I dreaming now? Or seeing nothing? My words are useless even if I speak.
I'm just tired of being sad, I should go on without feeling anything.
Even if you give me the words I'm at a loss for, my heart just won't pay attention.
If I can move, if everything changes, it will all go dark.
If I move, if I move, everything will break, everything will break.
If I'm sad, if I'm sad, will my heart be able to turn white?
I still know nothing about you, about me, about anything.
If I can open my heavy eyelids, if I break Everything, turn black!
Photo: http://juliedewaroquier.com/
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