French is good

Sorry in advance to an germans who read my disgracing of your language.

 

Ich mochte nach bett gehen, weil ich sehr mude bin. Ich werde mein Deutsch Hausaufgaben morgen lernen. Es ist sehr schwer und langweillig. D:

Bonjour... (now this, I think I can speak :P)

J'aime la langue française.

Je promenade avec mon petit chou.

:laugh3:

:o i wanna learn how to speak German *footstomp*

Okay... I need to figure out what I care deeply about and what I want to do about it. Before tomorrow.... :wtf:

Warum?!

I hasse deutsch lernen.

Es ist sehr langweilig und nicht gut, denn meine lehrerin ist zornig mir jeden tag.

 

 

Meine Lehrerin ist das Problem!

THIS IS MY 1000TH POST :dance: :dance: :dance: :dance:

 

:wacko:

:lol:

:)

:nice:

:wacky:

:p

:smug:

^^ Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy.. you said something about learning German...and then memorization... :fail: :facepalm:

What ?

:confused:

I need to remember and learn this. Now. I don't have time.

^^ :disappointed: I don't know...

 

 

I'm gonna go grab an ice cold Coca Cola

:laugh3:

It's ok.. though i am still slightly confused.

:) i need sleep.

Buh Bye :nice:

Goodnight!

I'm in denial.

congrats weather buddy :awesome:

I hope Eric reads his birthday poem soon xD

I would recommend living in denial!

But I was just thinking about what it takes to make all this stuff go - really, quite an amazing effort by dedicated, intelligent people working the bugs out, getting stuff to come off the production lines, etc..

I'm wondering if it Starbucks Guy remembers what happened last weekend and if he noticed it was me. haha.

:thinking:me: im sorry im scared

depressed

hurting

unsure

enraged

suffocating

drowning

screaming

sobbing

shaking

crying

dizzy

sick

exhausted

paranoid

frozen

violated

.

.

.

dead inside

defeated

alone

numb

i hate

this

hate me

him

my f

my m

my r

m

k for leaving and not calling

deep feeling souls who see only in abstract

 

my neighbours who are meth*****

booze

my tattoo

my hair

my scars

the sun

the voices in my head

the house that breaths and talks to me at night

my teddy that used to listen

and catch my tears

and now only catches the dust

i hate the thought of another sunrise, with or without you

i hate being so controlled by everyone and everything else.

i want to

want to feel

want to bleed

and sting

and burn

i want to jump

and sink

into the cold river bottom

and float downstream passing by everything

happy and bright and

joyous

i hate christmas

 

and money and hunger and fire

because i cannot feel the colour of its flames scorching my pain away

i hate the paintings on our walls because i cannot crawl into them and join the life they portray

they lie

i hate

 

being touched and wanted

and desired

and the thought of never wanting to want it the way i should.

i hate the way men look at me and and through me

because they know i am the shell of what i could have been

i hate my own heartbeat and wish it would stop , it is irritating to my soul.

7 minutes me: i shut up now :embarassed::shame:goodnight:escaping2:

it is my one year anniversary at coldplaying :wacky:

and today is the exhibit, i wonder if ill make it :thinking:

it's decided, I will never use an elevator!!!!

I need a pet....a dog or a cat.....

I need to kiss the sweet snout

of a random bowwow - miaow

 

:confused:

...............

 

............:toilet:

:thinking:me: im sorry im scared

depressed

hurting

unsure

enraged

suffocating

drowning

screaming

sobbing

shaking

crying

dizzy

sick

exhausted

paranoid

frozen

violated

.

.

.

dead inside

defeated

alone

numb

i hate

this

hate me

him

my f

my m

my r

m

k for leaving and not calling

deep feeling souls who see only in abstract

 

my neighbours who are meth*****

booze

my tattoo

my hair

my scars

the sun

the voices in my head

the house that breaths and talks to me at night

my teddy that used to listen

and catch my tears

and now only catches the dust

i hate the thought of another sunrise, with or without you

i hate being so controlled by everyone and everything else.

i want to

want to feel

want to bleed

and sting

and burn

i want to jump

and sink

into the cold river bottom

and float downstream passing by everything

happy and bright and

joyous

i hate christmas

 

and money and hunger and fire

because i cannot feel the colour of its flames scorching my pain away

i hate the paintings on our walls because i cannot crawl into them and join the life they portray

they lie

i hate

 

being touched and wanted

and desired

and the thought of never wanting to want it the way i should.

i hate the way men look at me and and through me

because they know i am the shell of what i could have been

i hate my own heartbeat and wish it would stop , it is irritating to my soul.

7 minutes me: i shut up now :embarassed::shame:goodnight:escaping2:

 

:stunned::cry:

i wont call you cause you will still forget. im wondering how can a person so dont have a head.