Christmas. #2

This time of the year again.

Something's changed, because I'm glad.

My God

Christmas.

This time of the year again, and nothing's changed.

I miss her

I just don't know who exactly.

Still alive

Huh.

Summertime, and the livin' is easy

fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high

Your daddy's rich, and your mamma's good looking

so hush little baby, don't you cry

Song of the Day

Keeping up the posts...

...with that little diminishing hope that someone above is reading all this

New love, new life...

Isn't that what they say?

Happy.

Right after the HAK-Ball.

Who knows? Maybe, just maybe things can do just fine. :)

That familiar old feeling

...

Wrong

It is hard to admit that you've done something wrong, it's even harder to apologize knowing you did something wrong, and not being able to know how it all ends kind of kills you inside.

Nevertheless it's a process everybody must go through at some time, several times.

Bad Day

Weird

I feel deserted

although I've just partied with a few of my best friends

what's wrong with me

What lurks below

The end is near

In the End...

...we'll all pull through

I withdraw what I wrote earlier...

...to say, I now really wish I was dead.

No overreaction. Things would be so much easier.

Seq Question of the Day

Do people leave me because I need them or do I need them because they leave me?

Everybody abandons me

Not quite literally, but still literally.

Once again I wish I was dead (I'm overreacting but I don't know how to express myself any better)

I feel an inner peace

Can't pin down what exactly it is,

but it is good.

Sleep through the Static