All I Want For Christmas Is You Kates Playground

moon group @ 2005-04-23T14: 30:00

stupid stupid, it's the weekend I had so much to do, can rouse me but nothing to buy, would have, would have to wash, cook would make would have to clean ...

alone lacks the verve.


degree in old things, revel in ancient music, thought I'd get out the old CD's and Bravo Hits dug out my folder: D It's almost embarrassing what we heard earlier as good or even found good: D

Ace of Base - The Sign
Fanta 4-4 win

jaja because it is melancholy. I realize now how old I am but, those songs do not already know many, they are either too young or just what they missed. I need to find that I strongly discourage going to the 30, and I inwardly amnchmla still like a child feel more like a child, a teenager but not like an adult should make the already slow time planning for his future, should also think about family and stuff ...

Sigh ...

You grow old ... 10 years ago the world looked rosy udn lay at our feet and now we have our vegetables can steal the world, from the dinky little young to consist only of face pimples : D

Real McCoy - threw said automaticloveletter

exaggerate 10 years ago we were out of the disco because we were too young and now you ask us to pick which child we really want.

Somehow the world has changed and I feel I am still where I was 10 years ago ... Where I think I was always .... Have I developed or was eifnach just too slow for this world.

No matter how the world turns, it seems to me, I just do not get behind. Yesterday, in step with everything, and today I have the feeling miles away world, and each step seems to be a step that is useless ... Or have

I changed so that the world no longer fits me? I thought of my in Menen experiences, my feelings are no longer fit in here?


I wanted but will never be older than 18 years, I have to shrink to find that I have not achieved that goal, and today zwangig with center manhcmla me more than ever wish that it would be sooner a point where the I leave this world, and I hope no one is crying for me. A depressive

something melancholy and uncertain sitting here ... With self-doubt and questions, which no one can bentworten ... cih not even myself for myself ....

.... Keep the

World, I want to get off .....


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the rest is silence