Nobody really care. And by time running out I understand that nobody will actually love me. I can't do anything about it, I can't do anything about me. I could've right about how I want to feel love, If I'd never took those stupid pills. I want to feel it. Want to feel someone's hands around my neck and waist. But I can't even feel it in my dreams. Maybe one day...

Raise a toast to music, violence and sex.

I just understood the meaning of being a teenager, Wdym it's over and I'm an adult now

My favorite animal is me When I sleep they wake me up with noise

The talent but not the passion

Blaming me now for my behavior, but all this is a reflection of your own actions. how you treated me or what you done to me, sooner or later I will return it all to you