La bruit dans ma tete...
C'est la bruit...
bruit, c'est mal.
Les femmes et les garcons qui font bruit... me veut tuer.
Je connais tu ne lis pas sans un dictionairre de la belle langue. Si je ne c'est pas correcte, bien. Je ne connais pas un qui lit cette langue et lit mon livre sans l'ordinateur.
Mon tasse d'amore fait couler.
Pauvre, pauvre cette personne qui lit mon bruit ecrit.
Tuer, tuer, tuer qui que font bruit!
Heh... je veut les petit gateau secs! Mmmm... sucre! Lait! Chocolat!
Si je te confusee, ne pas lire.
J'aime dormir, mais j'ai un problemme. Le dort ne pas arrivee. Pauvre moi, pauvre qui ne font pas dormir.
Ou est mon fiance? Il est la bas... fait dormir, sans moi.
J'ecris dans cette langue quand je veut pense la futur... quand je pose la question de vie, mort, vivre, et me tue.
BRUIT! BRUIT!! BRUIT!!!!!!!
I am confused... he knew very well I had to work. He called at 9:30! A mere 4 hours after I had finally gone to bed. He asked if he could use my car charger.
Note: 1) the home charger gives a longer lasting charge and he has one... plus it takes just as long of time. 2) Everyone in the house was asleep and was woken by the phone, in turn all yelling at me for him calling so early. 3) My car charger is broken! Has been for 2 months now!
Then he wants to get mad at me for saying that he could use my charger any time. Of course! When it's not broken and you don't have to wake me up for it! And he would get rather pissed if I did the same thing to him. I would gladly just turn ALL the phones on silent and sleep restfully until noon. I'm stressed... badly. And since he's been in I have gotten much less sleep than usual. Wakes up early when I get up late and wakes up late as hell when I'm up at 9AM. He damn well takes his sweet time in getting ready, too. Dieu! Porquoi est que ce je veut hommes! Really, it seems I can't be in a relationship for an extended period of time. I hate relationships that are binding, I hate being alone, I need what I hate. I hate love. I hate myself. I hate life. Earth is Hell. Fuck the Catholic belief system! We are dead. We are in hell. We do not exist except in our own reality. Everyone is a figment of a very strong imagination. We are here merely to pass time until we die the next death, either living in a new Hell or passing on to the other side as our reward for putting up with the sick, twisted, "reality" of someone's video game. There's a bad glitch in my system software. It's called feelings.exe , linked directly to pain.zip and agony.dir.
Life as we know it... do we know life? Is life living? or is life dying and death living? For all life to end in Death, but for Death, there is no life... is not death more powerful than life? Cannot death have as many cosmetic surgeries as money can buy and doctors will agree to do? Death is unlimited unless there is no life... then again, if there is only death, than Death is the conquorer of the world as we think we know it! There may not always be life, but for as long at there was life at one time, there will always be death. How is it that the world can come to an end as many times as it has without Death being the winner? Is it not about time for another massive destruction of this idiotic human race? Stop the stupidity!
bruit, c'est mal.
Les femmes et les garcons qui font bruit... me veut tuer.
Je connais tu ne lis pas sans un dictionairre de la belle langue. Si je ne c'est pas correcte, bien. Je ne connais pas un qui lit cette langue et lit mon livre sans l'ordinateur.
Mon tasse d'amore fait couler.
Pauvre, pauvre cette personne qui lit mon bruit ecrit.
Tuer, tuer, tuer qui que font bruit!
Heh... je veut les petit gateau secs! Mmmm... sucre! Lait! Chocolat!
Si je te confusee, ne pas lire.
J'aime dormir, mais j'ai un problemme. Le dort ne pas arrivee. Pauvre moi, pauvre qui ne font pas dormir.
Ou est mon fiance? Il est la bas... fait dormir, sans moi.
J'ecris dans cette langue quand je veut pense la futur... quand je pose la question de vie, mort, vivre, et me tue.
BRUIT! BRUIT!! BRUIT!!!!!!!
I am confused... he knew very well I had to work. He called at 9:30! A mere 4 hours after I had finally gone to bed. He asked if he could use my car charger.
Note: 1) the home charger gives a longer lasting charge and he has one... plus it takes just as long of time. 2) Everyone in the house was asleep and was woken by the phone, in turn all yelling at me for him calling so early. 3) My car charger is broken! Has been for 2 months now!
Then he wants to get mad at me for saying that he could use my charger any time. Of course! When it's not broken and you don't have to wake me up for it! And he would get rather pissed if I did the same thing to him. I would gladly just turn ALL the phones on silent and sleep restfully until noon. I'm stressed... badly. And since he's been in I have gotten much less sleep than usual. Wakes up early when I get up late and wakes up late as hell when I'm up at 9AM. He damn well takes his sweet time in getting ready, too. Dieu! Porquoi est que ce je veut hommes! Really, it seems I can't be in a relationship for an extended period of time. I hate relationships that are binding, I hate being alone, I need what I hate. I hate love. I hate myself. I hate life. Earth is Hell. Fuck the Catholic belief system! We are dead. We are in hell. We do not exist except in our own reality. Everyone is a figment of a very strong imagination. We are here merely to pass time until we die the next death, either living in a new Hell or passing on to the other side as our reward for putting up with the sick, twisted, "reality" of someone's video game. There's a bad glitch in my system software. It's called feelings.exe , linked directly to pain.zip and agony.dir.
Life as we know it... do we know life? Is life living? or is life dying and death living? For all life to end in Death, but for Death, there is no life... is not death more powerful than life? Cannot death have as many cosmetic surgeries as money can buy and doctors will agree to do? Death is unlimited unless there is no life... then again, if there is only death, than Death is the conquorer of the world as we think we know it! There may not always be life, but for as long at there was life at one time, there will always be death. How is it that the world can come to an end as many times as it has without Death being the winner? Is it not about time for another massive destruction of this idiotic human race? Stop the stupidity!