Its lonely up here between the stars.
Yet another one of those dreams......
¿Por qué me frecuenta usted?
My head is like a Bomberg painting....shapes super imposed making no sense....Should people make sense, even if they have no one to make sense too?
I wish i were a Klint....
I was very self indulgent today....but if i was wrong to be self indulgent now...i will never be right to be.
Im feeling awkward....awkward in life...i dont fit in....and no-one can understand how i feel...as if they did...i think they would treat in differently..Constantemente estoy en el dolor, it shall pass.
i will change....i will have to.
¿Por qué me frecuenta usted?
My head is like a Bomberg painting....shapes super imposed making no sense....Should people make sense, even if they have no one to make sense too?
I wish i were a Klint....
I was very self indulgent today....but if i was wrong to be self indulgent now...i will never be right to be.
Im feeling awkward....awkward in life...i dont fit in....and no-one can understand how i feel...as if they did...i think they would treat in differently..Constantemente estoy en el dolor, it shall pass.
i will change....i will have to.