Its all so sugarless
Diamond hard promises and million dollar pills
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008

La mer c'est la même tout le temps
Avec le même vent
J'dis ça, j'suis pas le marin, j'suis pas le vent
Je connais des poissons contents
Ils ont l'air content
Mais qu'est-ce que j'pourrais bien faire dedans
Toutes ces choses qui m'viennent
Toutes ces choses qui m'quittent
Ces choses qui m'reviennent
Ces choses qui m're-quittent
Faudrait qu'ça m'revienne avant qu'ça m'passe vite
Junior Suite
L'amour, on compare ça souvent à un océan
J'dis ça, j'suis pas le bateau, j'suis pas d'dans
J'ai quelques amis navigants
Ils sont navigants
Moi j'ai déjà tellement d'eau qui fout le camp
Toutes ces choses qui m'viennent
Toutes ces choses qui m'quittent
Ces choses qui m'reviennent
Ces choses qui m're-quittent
Faudrait qu'ça m'reprenne avant qu'ça m'passe vite
Junior Suite
Labels: lost in confuseness, lyrics
Friday, August 15, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008

Im doing much much better. For all you folks that feel a little on the cuckkoo side sometimes, i think the best thing for you (and for me as well) is to have several conversations with someone who's truely out of his-her mind. Someone who took too many drugs in this life to see the difference between black and white.
Of course, don't do this just for the fun of it, cos it's not fun. It's rather sad and pathetic and scary but after a moment you feel this sanity bliss going through your whole mind and body and soul.
And then you feel rather proud of yourself cosyou could have end up like this person. Insanity is never far away from us, in a blink of a second you can turn your life upside down. But you made it, you're after all- pretty normal.
I put a Morrissey icon just cos he's pretty. And this blog needs more pretty. I love Morrissey, i think my next blog entry should be about my love for Morrissey.
Indeed.
Labels: ex., insanity, morissey, stupid people, virtual world
Friday, August 08, 2008

I watch some of the opening ceremony of the summer games- i couldn't stop crying. I was like oh its allergies! How can i explain to them how sad i am right now. So sad that tears comes out at any given time, like...the opening ceremony! My head hurts, i just want to hide under my bed or even better, in it.
Going out today was painful, lifting my toothbrush was painful. Soon i'll be back at school and working at some random part-time job and it will be painful. So how can i make myself feel things less painfully? Because i swear sometimes- even though it sounds out-of-thid-world-silly, This life: IT'S TOO HARD, too bright, too dark, too gray, too rough, too slow, too quick, too cold, too loud, too complicated, too retarded, too doubleside, too mean, too nice, too everything.
Not enough money, too fat, too stupid, not artistic, not fucking trilanguale, not gay enough, too straight, too helpless, etc etc etc etc etc etc.
List: 5 things i like
- Sylvia Plath's private journals (depression! hate her mother! wants to fuck around like men! impeccable talent!)
- Tim Gunn in Project Runaway (DESIGNERZZ, how adorable is he? i want to hug him and pet him and make him my favorite uncle)
- V-necks on men (epic!)
- Oz's final season (EPICCC!!!)
- Vogue Paris ( worth the 11$ spent each month on it)
Labels: blahahah, depression, list, sylvia plath, thinking about my own urge to always isolating myself, time, universe


i.want.one.
