Consider That.

How am I supposed to take it to the next level? If I don’t even have a way out. Anything to hold on. NOTHING!! It feels like I’m dead, stucked in this fucking stage. Anything to dedicate me, anybody to be with.
Oh my fuck. Sometimes I even think to shot my head oor jump out from the 2nd floor. And, take note, I’m not too much for for suicide at all.
You know, it’s like I’ve got all the weapons, the whole army and just DON’T Fucking know where to shoot. Or who is the enemy. Or if there IS any fucking enemy to shoot on.
“Ice but no pick, a muder charge that won’t stick. It’s like a WHOLE OTHER WORLD where you can smell the food, but you CAN’T touch the silverware.“
You know, kinda I’m going to blow up soon if anything change.
Hell, I kinda live for those 3 or 4 hour in PC, other 2 of music and another one for guitar playing. Crazy eight, these times are like my opium, cocaine and heroin, respectively.
God, I need someone… Loneliness kill even the most powerful brains, man.
Oh hell, let me sleep a bit… That’s all shit…
You know, I kinda keep thinking this same damn things, repeating my-fucking-self. But it’s okay. Everything is gonna change and that’s who is too blind to see. Of fucking course.
I love when they say that it. LOVE, MAN. But I really hope they’re right. Things will be easier this way. Bah, bullshit. All I want is an opportunity to blow it all. To take all that fuck down. YEAH!! To be the best.
Man, I need someone…
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey YA!!! We’re the world!!! Happy? No, I ain’t happy motherfucker. I am fucking HIGH! o.o.
Hell, the fucking battery’s still charging. FUCK, I need some coce, I mean, music.
Lalala, gotta drown.
Hi on, boy!
Let’s take a shower. Took at all.
Drowns from MSN. So beaty.
It’s kinda hard to be out here in the real world.

Fui Me
Stay (SIC)