self harming is stupid. and crying. doing nothing is more like the right thing to do.
The movie I thought was so overrated had finally appeared on my download list. The part of it was Jennifer Laurence’s fault, who I imagined to be so dissapointing. I mean, who gets an Oscar after the Hunger Games? But the ice topping surely did melt at the very first scene. I not only fond of the role she played but love her, regardeless of the shit, whish had made me have these feelings at the first place. Later I rewatched this scene at the diner place with the goosebumps all over my body and tears in my eyes. Brilliant.
Endings are dissapointing. What makes it so hard to think of a Happy Ending setting the very last impression of the work?
It wasn’t about love, was it?
Why don’t we celebrate each day like we do New Year? Happy New Day.
I’ve got a tumble app for my HTC desire s. Loving this. Californication’s on. I’ll. Sick of coughing.
1.30 californiacation. New phone. Texted my bestie who seems so ducking angry with me. Ielts results. Want a joint. Fuck me I need it badly
“All Alright” | fun.
Waiting for a friend to call
And say they’re still alive
I’ve given everyone I know
A good reason to go
I was surprised you stuck around
Long enough to figure out
That it’s all alright, I guess it’s all alright
I got nothing left inside of my chest
But it’s all alright
it’s soon be over. I guess it’s a good thing. I’ll keep on going.