i saw him today. in pitstop. he seemed to be willing to spend some time with me, but i did not bother.

our trip to London was amazing.

that is where i belong. that feels like home.

i figured i cannot love like i used to.
no passion.
it's all gone and looking back, i feel so cold.


i hope to see Pepe tomorrow and have something to smoke.
Jesus, I am soooooooooo drunk now,
It's Sandra's Birthday today. the 18th. we got a bottle of champagne for free. it tasted so good. almost like Passion Cider.

they had some kind of Cider in London too, but it tasted like crap, honestly.

i cherish a hope to get a tattoo soon. The Sun.

I have made up my mind about what I'd like study and even wrote the Personal Statement.

oh my, why can't things be just the way I want them to be?

because it's life. and it's a bitch....

The christmas tree in Pitstop was really gorgeous and the round dance made me feel lifted.


Fun Fun Fun.

andfnow it is 4 o'clock in the morning and I have 3 hours to sleep before getting up...nice, huh?....don;t care...

.and who gives a shit, anywayz???..

"good nigth, thank you, we love you all"

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