the problem is i love you and you wont try to stop me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mw6OQ0zDWzM&feature=fvst

LMG

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Sometimes the person you want to be with the most, is the one person you're better off without.

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the truth is i love fairytales.

Tonight I wont be taking any calls

Pluggveckorna börjar nu...
Om fyra veckor sätts allt på prov.
Bye for now.

Because it will always be you

Varför tog jag inte vara på igår då jag inte visste någonting? Nu vet jag och det gör så jävla ont.

Money

Total received: 10,000
Spent 10,000
Gotten: Festival tickets: 2000
Italy: 2000
Shopping: 1000
Phone: 2000
Bills + Food: 1000
Going out: 1000

WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME??!?!?!?!?! No. MORE. SPENDING.

It's like a butterfly some say, personally I think it's like salt.

http://www.absolutglam.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/ix8ehz.jpg

Källa: http://www.absolutglam.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/ix8ehz.jpg

This is a futile attempt of me to grow up

asgtoodles
runningoutoftime

Suddenly breathing feels so hard to do

Sitting here struggling through the pile of homework infront of me. Listening to old Westlife songs (corny and cheesy I know but seriously who can hear this song and not start to cry?) It just reminds me of old things I'd rather just forget. But homework is bloody boring and so I just started to entertain myself by reading old diaries which in turn read to me putting on an old Westlife record I once owned. Nowadays I basically only listen to indie music but before (when I was around 13-15) I only listened to corny love songs, and now everytime I hear one of them old memories pop up. Reminded of being young and feeling so in love that when the feeling was suddenely not requited anymore it felt like the heart was breaking in pieces. Nowadays I'm stronger and I never allow myself to open up enough to get hurt but listening to these old songs is bringing me back to the vulnerable little girl I once was.

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