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we always keep wanting more.

not that I do not like romance, it's just that my idea of romance is essentially different from most people. and it's not that I do not like love, because all you need is love and bla bla bla perhaps it is also true, but my favorite song is Love Is Blind, are cynical and even so I do not mind much.
do not know what else I want more, what could I add to what I have to feel I will not say happy, but without this feeling of dissatisfaction that a part of me does not want to leave. leaving fucking strong push to the portents away from the heart on the head, suppress (cit). because for me love is disease, and I think that is not enough. I waited and waited for someone love me, someone stopped me and said 'I want you,' and I thought the only way to overcome all that is unresolved in me. the reality is that being loved, for some things, does not matter. love is overrated. is compromised, misunderstanding and hurt. it's like peanut butter, which is good, but it makes you fat. or when issues and expect to have the age to go on a roller coaster, and when finally we're on top you have too much fear.
am making speeches without meaning, just because - more than antiromantic or cynical - I'm selfish. I do not know if they are strong enough to support someone else, I do not know if they are strong enough not to leave if the person I love me angers. two is much more complex one. and I hate the thought that what I'm missing is me - that all this talk can be reduced to the fact that I do not like me I . just because my body is not how I want, just because I can not think of being loved.
me, as I am done, I can only hurt those who love you, trying to hurt myself . What's wrong with being superficial, if the alternative is this?
has only been a week really chaotic English test and examination of sociology and Saturday nights as a dishwasher on its own and a little boy 'in crisis;

next week will be better. there are my parents, there will be a lot of sex, a lot of LOST, and a whole bottle of white martini. YAY!

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ashuchan @ 2010-01-15T07: 36:00

Hicchan writes:
* These last five minutes were so beautiful that in my head I thought of them as if they write / I read. While you acted like a fool you were so beautiful I wanted to write a novel.


I could only keep it in the message history.

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No night is too long

When told that the night is long.

The night is long indeed. Whether you're studying, listening to music or maybe even reading or perhaps watching one of those idiotic summer video that your band did during the summer tour-suspect more than anything to have an excuse to film the new drummer in a more ambiguous attitude to- night is long.

Especially if you're alone.

do not know why I'm better at night. Perhaps it is the solitude. It is certainly not the temperature: I've heard off the boiler a few minutes ago and am slowly freezing.

Perhaps it is the silence - so why listen to songs for the millionth time that I already knew by heart?

My fingertips are frozen and my feet have the same temperature of the legs of the Penguins.

(aside: I wonder why this song did not become the cry of the young against the young world. It has everything: fuck the government, the end of the world and everlasting love. Maybe it is Placebo and has been discriminated against? But this does not matter much).

Lately my mood is much worse than usual: again it's like I was sixteen, I want to die, I want to be perfect, my mother's words weigh like stones and my place in the world just seems a waste of space.

So I take a big sigh, I let fall a few tears and then I look at my arm, where it says temporarily Bright Lights. And then I smile, and chissinefrega, I'm ready to fly away, doing what I want to be who I am.

I do not forget to be who they are.

Why is it a long time that I left the darkness and into the light, the essential darkness at my back still there ready to swallow, are suspended in the shade light, but are facing the light.

I would like to write nice place where my mind has landed, the dreams that turned into a beautiful retreat and ommidio --- but this song is HORRIBLE!

I said. Not more than that horrible place where this song would be played in the background, most posters are not more or less clear about my problems.

In fact, tonight showed me Problems cousin, to which Perhaps I should be very near you. And she has often asked me to help in one way or another, but since they are the same old bitch ...

No, you do * too * terrible. Placebo, EPIC FAIL. That Protect Me From What I Want. Never again.

A-er.

I'm hungry, I have a headache, bad neck and cold feet. And I want a cup of tea.

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Modern Kids

Modern kids future freaks
Following media beats
Everything is on the screen
Can't find a space
The computer erased your heart

We are modern kids
Living through a screen

No need to scour the streets
Your father is out drinking while
Your mother is home
Reading the bible
And you are on your own

Go ahead let your sun shine
You've got to do it your own way
Run away don't hesitate
Run away go run away go run away

Tenement kids flying on e
Pretending they don't give a shit
Dancing for something to be
So out of place
The computer erased their hearts

We are modern kids
Living through a screen

Grabbing today because tomorrow
Is too far away and you are alone
Go ahead let your sun shine
You've got to do it your own way
Run away don't hesitate
Run away go run away

They're gonna get you
Not gonna let you go
They're gonna mess you up
Not gonna let you be yourself
They're gonna tell you
Try to persuade you
They're always fucking with your head

Run Away

Go ahead let your sun shine
You've got to do it your own way
Run away do not hesitate
Run away go run away Run away


Grabbing today Because tomorrow is too far away

This song is like, sex. And the Hotel Persona ownano my heart. * * Some are too gay even for me. But all are poppin, cute, happy, and this song is ... is true. That is, it's all true.

I feel too much a ciozza XD I need someone to go to Berlin this summer, the entries are open. From August 1 to 8.

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this livejournal I left a bit 'to scatafascio lately but my time is short .. University overwhelms me and I am in the process: study mad and desperate! Argh!
In the meantime, I dedicate myself to my madness with faithina and frencina .. in which more than happy to frolic \u0026lt;3333
To my forummini and one in particular with my dolcioso pucciotte: GossipFlorence . For this reason I leave
some of my creation that I made to that kid *-*



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goodbye

I Promised Myself I will not shed tears for separation. I did not.
Fuck you.