you find me like assulting and anoiing. damn, i am. i’ve tried to come across with you for at least 3 months. i’ve go over every possibility. but you weren’t here. you left me alone. and sad. wanna know what i did between? listening for one very special song to me. which one, you’ll found out in next post.

WELCOME BACK!

i was googling for some emo buildings. guess, what have i found. absolutelly nothing! not even wiki knows, what that is.

if you ask me, emo buildings don’t exist. there are just emo rooms. in my opinion, every emo-teen’s room is emo-room. dark. no light inside. and listening to my chemical romance. or maybe even ozzy osbourne. “i’m just a dreeeeamer, who dreams a better days …” there are some posters on the wall. dark, of course. and candles. to give a room some secresy.

what do you think? and what is your room like?

everything is so quiet here. walls are in red marmour. there is no light comming in. do emo buildings also exist?

people are still emos. a few days ago i was in city, where i live and i meet a group of youngsters, who were in black and white, they were talking about cutting and stuff, about mcr, about … (then, i didn’t eavesdrop more) soo, relief, we still have young emos by us. i hope, they’ll be smart enough not to kill themselfes.

and you? how are you? i was a little bit worn out those days, so i didn’t wrote much. i have 2 different jobs and other things, i have to do, and i just didn’t find any energy and not even time for writing here. i hope, you all forgive me. i’ll compensate in this week, i hope i’ll manage.

bye!

funeral for a friend. what do you think?