my friends Bob Marley and Elvis... of course i can talk to them every time i want in my mind but it would be nicer to talk to living friend ya...
not awake from a peaceful sleep...... nice...nice...flying into nowhwre... oh..
i don't want to live up to 60 but i think i will...and die of liver disease or heart attack oh man...i don't want this... better suicide at the...
pot is cool but it wakes up your fears sometimes and it's not cool at all!
hmmm... that made me think... better die tomorrow and start a new one! Would ya rather learn russian or chinese :)
Smelly Socks? I agree that there must be some counterpart of love of course... but ya know...there are so many negative feelings...not only...
i feel like i do not know what to do or say or think or go to....
there are so many things that can cheer up a person... as for me i like deep conversations with clever kind people and books and music (the main...
when i smoked pot it seemed to me there are at least 6 realities i can transfer too yet i lost connection with the reality we all live in :)
people love judjing
hmmm...guess the second... would ya rather live one endless life or hundreds lifes
Thanks. I do smile at everyone and often get smiles in reply... But... this is the world of indifference and ego... how can't they understand...
i think noone has this right to change one's name... sorry but it's ridiculous... you can give him a nickname and ask if he doesn't mind. Like i...
just make it definite what ya want to do in this life you are just 16...so many prospects think it over and start a new life, where ya can do...
capitalistic system is not ideal and presses humans a lot but nothing better is invented yet :(
I suffer from a fear of time
*cough* no murder man... Would ya rather live in Africa or The Antarctic?
o boje what hate? do not know what hate is... do not want to experience it... no hate, people
i study at the university so my main source is parents and a very small income from my work as a teacher...teach english... gonna quit that job...
there are three kinds of people in my life: those who tell me to be a professional artist those who tell me to follow a more realistic profession...
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