It's not the ending, it's the beginning
The ground is moist and it rained last night.
Smells like smoke, and it smells so clean
The sun is shining down like a friendly white light
Here we go again
Analyzed the world I was born into, but I never could understand
Knew I never wanted to grow up if that menat being a "man"
Dominating strict competition is the meaning of our lives
Stomping on the weak keeps up the winner of the battle in our
minds
Hm...Jucer san se totalno cudno osjecala...
Neznan vise sta je to...
Osjecaji i uspomene polako blijede i stvaraju
se nove...
Nakon vec 2 dana razgovora s iston osobon
pocinjen razmisljat o totalno apsurdnin stvarima i
u subotu ka da san dozivila neku katarzu iako san
bila u depresiji jucer i prekjucer...
Osjecala san se jako lose i tuzno,ali na neki nacin
i sritno zbog pojedinih stvari...
Jucer je bia moj rodendan...
Dobila san puno love...i stedin...za kartu za Zg i to
za kartu samo u jednon smjeru.... :D
Post je objavljen 14.11.2005. u 11:35 sati.