Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Now in Vienna, there's ten, pretty women.

You know that thing where you overhear someone say something, and you hope its about you, or you hope it's not about you, and you don't want to ask for some reason, and you agonise over it for ages? Yeah, I hate that thing.

You control my emotions so completely. Everything you say and don't say, do and don't do, changes my outlook completely. I hate that fact when it makes me sad. I love it when it makes me happy. I hate that it makes me sad more often than it makes me happy.

It's late. This is what happens when I post when its late. You get depressed posts. Goodnight. Sweet dreams.

1 comment:

sabine cara said...

Ugh I know exactly what you mean.

hope you're ok :)

xx scarzz