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Wed, May. 2nd, 2007, 03:23 pm
NIEUWE LJ!

NIEUWE LJ (AGAIN YESS , SORRY)




Yep. here comes the cliche.. de zomer komt eraan ( i guess) 
en dat betekent : GROTE SCHOONMAAK ! . En tja, aangezien ik alles na 3 maanden wel weer zat ben
is het ook maar weer s tijd voor een nieuwe lj ! 
Dit is echt de laatste keer hehe! .

Lj : TanzMitSzandora
Hoop dat jullie me weer adden bla bla.

Tjuuuusss!

Wed, Apr. 18th, 2007, 11:28 pm

(22 - 4 - 04)

vraag me niet  hoe ik me voel
Je wil niet weten hoe het van binnen is

vraag me niet wie ik ben.
ik heb t recht niet dat te weten
en jij al even min.

ik weet het niet . Dat komt door jou
je hebt mij t recht ontnomen
om te weten wie ik ben of zou moeten zijn

jij hebt mij gevormd . niet omgekeerd.
schreeuw maar tegen me.

ik kan jou toch niet vragen weg te gaan
want je bent nooit dicht bij me geweest.


vraag me niet hoe ik me voel.
Ik weet het niet. dat bepaal jij wel voor me

En wanneer jij het niet ziet
Omdat je me voor de zoveelste keer de rug toekeerde
ben ik misselijk door de angst
schreeuw ik het uit Van woede
en kots ik van de pijn.

maar ik voel me Prima hoor.
want dat moest ik toch van jou?

Thu, Apr. 12th, 2007, 10:42 pm

Zaterdag SUICIDE COMMANDO =D










Sun, Apr. 8th, 2007, 11:10 pm

I just dont know what to wright, she said to herself.
Her head leaning on her right hand. Her left hand playing with the pencil.
I just don't know. so she kept repeating.  Maybe there's like to many preassure.
Cause for the past 3 years she has only written about one perticulair thing.
This guy. And she keeps thinking ' all the pain is worth it.. If only i could lay down in your
arms.. If only i would feel your breath on my skin.. If only you would kiss me on my cheek
which would be perfectly continued by shivers down her cheek & neck..  If only i.. '


She looks up.
Confused and distracted. I don't fucking know. and its always the same song. i start
listening to this perticulair cd, with sad songs, to get me in a bit of a depressed mood.
and i start writing. and i realize my whole hard disk is like full of shit. full of wordpad documents
about him. poetry about him. letters to him. story's about him..
Pictures of him.  I would have given him my life. (if u think about it.. there wasnt anything else left
i already have him my heart ..) I pulled you into my world and you kept running away.
You were like a little child that completely lost his way. Desperate and lonely though he's getting
all the attention a guy would need. but he's way to stuck up.. way to fucked up , to see how much i
truely cared. And he had this 'wall' around him.. he had like this wall around his heart.
all around him.. so thick and so cold that he wouldnt even feel my longing arms around his neck.

All he saw whas problems. troubled guy. all he saw whas these four walls. And he could never see me rise
Though i always saw him falling.  And he seemed so strong, You know.. like he could carry the world on his shoulder.
And he would have made mommy and daddy proud. but he whas nothing more then a troubled guy..
Got stuck on the way. Nothing more but a troubled guy. Nothing more then a fucked up mind
A troubled guy, with an amazing education.

Thu, Apr. 5th, 2007, 09:47 pm

Marah </3 Anne

4 April. 2007
True love aint mutual.




I Feel Like Cutting.
Even Bought These Little Razors.
I Now I Shouldnt. But It's All Too Much.

Godverdomme.
Oja en ik heb nieuwe kleren.
(Tja , Mischien Verlaagt Dit Het Emo-Gehalte Van De Post)

Sun, Apr. 1st, 2007, 11:40 pm

Op 27 maart 2006 probeerde hij zichzelf van het leven te beroven.
Hij is opgepakt.

Op 1 april 2007 Heeft hij opnieuw geprobeerd zich van t leven te beroven.
Hij is gevonden.

En ik zie het nog zo voor me.
Hoe hij huilend voor me staat.
Ik had hem nog nooit zien huilen. hij was kapot.
Hij kon niet meer. Z'n moeder kwijtgeraakt door kanker
Met z,n vader geen contact.

Hij leeft nog.
Maar dit ' is geen leven '


Fri, Mar. 30th, 2007, 10:06 am

Tja meeste mensen fitnessen in de winter. Om in de zomer in de korte rokjes en mini truitjes te passen.
En ik ga als de zomer eraankomt maar is beginnen met fitnessen haha.
Ik en nick fitnessen
Wish me good luck.  Dat word lachhe




*

All Bridges burned
Close my eyes. so i won't see
Our Backs turned
I'm sorry i'm not what you wanted me to be
A Different view
Staring eyes They see right trough
Here i stand
Dust of bridges in fire flew
And Nothing's left
Exept For my haunting memory of you

*

Wed, Mar. 28th, 2007, 07:41 pm



You said your sorry About 'us' not working out.
I said i'd rewrite history if i would have had a chance.
You said you were sorry
And i said :
Were you sorry for 'us'
Were you sorry for me
Or Were You sorry for me not being what you wanted me to be.

Mon, Mar. 26th, 2007, 04:51 pm

K had foto,s beloofd
Maar de camera sneuvelde 
Mah k heb nu eindelijk fotos 
CAMWHORING ! : 


Nou t spreekt voor zich haha !
M'n spicegirls collectie wahah!
(Lang leve rommelmarkten)
Enne m'n tattoo 
&
M'n etalage pop Wheee isnt she gawwwjus !












Mon, Mar. 26th, 2007, 09:29 am

they told me time would heal all wounds , Though my scars are still here.

You only love me when you can't fuck her.
You only fuck me when she doesnt love you.
So did you see her in me , when i looked you in the eye.

And did you have her in mind , when you said ' i Love you '
Does she care about you like i do
And does she hold you near The whole day long.

You only fuck me when you can't fuck her
You only fuck me when she doesnt love you.

Did you kiss her to escape from me
The reality were in.
Did you fuck here to get away from me.
To never see the truth.

You only love me when you can't fuck her.
You only fuck me when she doesnt love you






&
Ik ben sinds zaterdag de trotse eigenares van een etalagepop op m,n kamer
Yay :D

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