where’ve you gone? Seems you’ve been gone forever. I just wan’t you to know it little bit messed up here, me waiting like this here for you. When you come back i wont be here.

please be real to me, i don’t want your smile nor your eyes nor your anything – but don’t give me anything less than who you are – becasue one can do this – easily I’ve done it my entire life – and it know how it leads one into difficult places. Its easier this …

sometimes i find it difficult to know, know things that i want. Sometimes i can’t understand why i can’t understand. i don’t know whats really out there that i want. But what i do know, is that i’ll always be here with myself beside me. Somtimes i feel bored and don’t want to move , …

I was wondering about how wrong things would be if I gave someone my journal one day and said, “this is me..,read it.”. So i suppose the only supporter of my own journal would be … me . – I’m my own best fan. sometimes anyway…

Damn fucking nett result of things to come : I wish the imposible, possible to me, impossible to others. – story of my life

Im a hero. Im a brother I’m a unified perception of life, I’m a geek I’m a Rebel I’m a jerk I’m a saint, I’m your hell, I’m your saviour Im your leader I’m a failure i’m a success I’m the heat and im the cold, the fire mixed with water. I’m here anf im …

i hate boundries, i mean fuck, from swaering to expressing my views to say shit that other don’t like, why the hell must i conform to anything, why must i become the perfect person, why must i wear the same cap that every one wears? Fuck no! And i hate people how hate this of …

I want to hear from you, i want to ask you questions like how is ******, or is **** doing good? I want to tell you about stuff that happens here every once in a while, i want i hear you laugh and i want to hear you ask me about what im doing – …

i can see perfect, from the smile to the thought, from the will to the mind. i can see perfect, my perfect – i know my perfect well, i see you , though you are not the perfect im looking for – and i think that my perfect will be the perfect that no matter …

You just wanted to be seen, to be felt and to be measured. You wanted to be, but in being so you were being the perfect statistic. But that doesn’t matter to you – you are the peg that fits into the place that holds society together. though i wish you weren’t – i wish …