vrijdag 7 januari 2011
"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."
woensdag 5 januari 2011
maandag 3 januari 2011
The first minutes of 2011 I was a totall bitch, laying in the arms of some other guy. But the difference between us; I told him this wasn't right, I couldn't do it, cause I told him I really like you. He didn't even believed it. However, I'm calling myself a bitch while you've done this a million times without telling them you were in love with me. You let it just happen. And the last thing, where were you? Where were you at noon?