Könnt ihr mich hören..?

Mood: hate, pure hate!

Music Rammstein - Du hast


don´t wanna think about it. don´t wanna talk about it.


this is an acusal.

an accusal for every bruise i had to hide!

an accusal for the burned mark at my arm!

an accusal for every hand you put on my mouth to stop me from screaming for someone!

an accusal for everytime i hated you!

an accusal for everytime you locked me up in your fucking cage!

an accusal for your small ego!

an accusal for every tear i cried in your room!

an accusal for everytime you punished me for things that happend long long ago!

an accusal for these minutes in allach...you know what i mean!

an accusal for the damage and the fear i´m still carrying with me!!


I wanna see you suffer like I did!!

1 Kommentar 30.4.08 16:11, kommentieren

civil disorder

mood:  bad-hair.day

Music: die ärzte - junge


well, dude, yesterday was...ouff.

darling, i´m sorry, but you´re a stupid lilltle boy-.-. you know, i hate them too. really. i want to talk on the big white telephone when i see them!

but, you know, there are things you shouldn´t do. especially when your opponent has a gun, pepperspray an a bat. discussing with these guys is stupid. because most of them ARE stupid. dude, yesterday you risked al lil´ bit too much. and didn´t you recognise that i was so anxiety for you? i thank god, that angelo didn´t left like the rest of these cowards. he was there for me. thank you angel^^

honey, just keep calm. the next time. please. for me. that would be really great^^

i love you bunny...

i´m out...



1 Kommentar 12.4.08 16:30, kommentieren

Dreaminh is just for dreamers...

Mood: definitly intoxicated

Music: Fanta 4 - Krieger


sometimes, angels fall. an fallen angel has to stand up. but it´s so hard...but experience has told me, a raising angel becomes a fighter. but raising is so difficult, because you´re afraid of loosing someone on your way up...but lift your head, there are related faces, you know them all, they will be there, what ever hell will send you!!

so what´s you priority angel?

exploding and walking out of your whole, with blood on you hands, tears in your eyes, a smiling face and nothing but hope in front of you?

or remaining, with crippled wings, destroyed and confused, unable to breath new air?

decide, it´s time to kill this darkness....




1 Kommentar 26.3.08 18:27, kommentieren


mood: too good to be true

Music : opm - Heaven is a halfpipe


and a hard weekend ends.

friday swimming with friends. after a lil bit confusion hanging around at the "meister"´s home (and another insider is born-.-). drunken jules, damn good sex, shopping and then...up to easter at luther...

i don´t believe in jesus but easter at luther is always great^^
had no sleep, i kicked one little bastard, burned myself with hot wax...

then sunday...yeah...ähm...sleeping^^, another hang out-session.

and today..nothing^^ as good as the rest!


so, lil summary:

I love my voluntary work^^. i´m in love with the damn best roll-mops on earth:P. i started to consider somebody as a friend. i have a very crazy understanding of day and night.

and i´m happy^^

i´m out.

1 Kommentar 24.3.08 19:57, kommentieren


mood: not good

music: culcha candela - vitamina



there´s a huge lack of dicipline.

i don´t know what i want. there´s no forwards, no backwards, everything´s just turning around. the way back gets the way forwards and the other way round.

i don´t see any of my talents at the moment. my strengths seems to get to a normal average.

have to learn to dicipline myself. but how, when i don´t know for what?



i´m out.

2 Kommentare 8.3.08 19:36, kommentieren


mood: so fucking damn tired

music: tv is running


excuse my writing-style, i´m too tired to talk about details...-.-


well, the weekend was good. let´s say...great.

funny people, good prgramm, great evenings.

met a lot of new guys. nice ones, strange ones, well-known ones, ugly ones, boring ones, amusing ones, good-looking ones.


sry, i´m almost asleep^^

but (using forrest gumps´ words)..shit happens^^

there´s nothing i should regret.

i´m out.

1 Kommentar 2.3.08 22:00, kommentieren


mood: at the fucking ground

music:letzte instanz - wir sind allein


feels like a tank. a heavy tank. heavy enough to press my breath out of me.

but slowly i´s getting on my nervs!! it wouldn´t be sooo bad if i would know WHAT`S wrong. but no...-.-


hope that tommorrow it´s over! maybe i should drink somethink tonight... 

26.2.08 16:24, kommentieren