Tankarna flyger och far
Har inte hänt så mycket egentligen men nog har lite hänt.
Var på stan och luncha med mamma igår och det var mycket trevligt. Har fortfarande mina val kvar men tänker så huvudet skulle kunna explodera. VAD SKA JAG VÄLJA?
Sen så hade vi besök i Onsdags kväll. Igår kväll var Simon och Emma här och jag och Emma hade en riktigt intensiv pratstund och att idioti är medfött och om idioter som sabbar och om idioter som förstör för andra bara för att dom mår skit. Tänk att det finns människor som beter sig så och sen faktiskt stör sig på sig egen typ som faktiskt sabbar eller i alla fall försöker sabba ett förhållande mellan två människor.
Det finns många, så många så jag tappat räkningen som vill sabba mellan mig och min pojkvän det funka inte. En gång halvfunka det men kärleken mellan oss är oövervinnerlig och folk fattar fortfarande inte att det inte går att bryta isär oss.
Idioti kallas det om man tror det. Dom som försöker kallas bitches och svaret dom får är så synd för dig!
Så det så! :D
Dagens citat
"Idioti är inte ett symtom för dom med wilsonsymdrom, idioti är medfött"
- Kimberly Fjäderstål
Whiskey lullaby
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
(Sing lullaby)
The rumors flew but nobody know how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
(Sing lullaby)
The rumors flew but nobody know how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
(Sing lullaby)
Det är bara för sorgligt att folk faktiskt gör detta i verkligheten..
