Saturday, November 11, 2006
♠10:53 PM
and as i'm lying in my bedthoughts running through my head& i know that love is deadi'm loving angels insteaddon't ask me anything
or you're going to walk head-on into a lamp post
i have a headache just thinking about this
but it doesn't seem to hurt
why doesn't it hurt?!
i want it to
at least then i'll go to sleep and stop thinking already
sleeping is worse though
i dreamt about - last night
then when i woke up this morning
i thought to myself "shit, how did this happen"
somehow i like the thought of that particular dream
perhaps it might come true
i hope i'm not being too selfish or anything
apenas deseo sostenerle y no dejarle ir
thing is, is my hand slippery or is it you?
je saisirai français, puisque c'est une langue romantique.
Je devrais avoir juste appris le français,
c'aurait été si facile alors, et je peux alors maudire en français
(for best fit, translate to french)
i think
ich liebe du
; this is why i'm hot