Relocation Cruises 2010

lina_ame @ 2009-01-08T22:26:00

When you awaken in the morning, you
cleans the teeth you intended,
annoyed with a few annoying pimples on your
sweet nose, go into the
kitchen to make you and your little sister
school bread, for you please without sausage,
drink, read the newspaper, go
out of the house, probably take your bike and
Fäh to the station, put a few determined
sleepy students on their eating,
and meet your lovely friends, laughing and looking forward you
with them because they love you, and you love it
.
If you wake up in the morning, what do you think
then? I have no idea because I have
you never asked, and you would nue
with me talking about it.

If you stand in the breaks at the other,
them laugh and times you lie down, laugh it
about you, but not because they gleefully
, but because they love you. You go often
past me without noticing me, and I look
behind you, while I my lungs
rape. Then you go to class, we see
us and exchanged a few words, but you know
not know what you should talk to me, and I just want you
only view. In class
I listen, as you listen and you are bored, and
then I will tell you any shit, just because I like to
would speak with you - just talk, listen
your voice, your attention getting
No Mo RIGHTS. After school, we say goodbye
often not - I think it's unnecessary, because it hurts.
I'm damn jealous of those who
go with you to your city, which you then 'goodbye'
may say, get your loving gaze.
What do you think when you go home again?
I have no idea, your thoughts laid
versiegeld under the curls, as the corpse wind
under the green roof of the sunniest deepest forest.
What do you think when you take your loved one in the arm? could
I was so happy for you that I draw. When the waves
the name written in the sand washed into the sea
, what have you been thinking? And that seems
Yesterday a story to be, but you never talk over yesterday, or the
of today - not so with me, probably it should be. But you do not see that I
burn slowly, why do you not understand that I may TRACE
nowhere, I will weaker every time.
Every morning I think I'm gonna say anything,
and every night I want to die because I have a word too much said, but
a word would be a word too much. That I look at you
, will be there for you, but your ignorance is
me a bit too much, I feel so ready, because I will
can not leave them alone, I should damal do in summer,
but I was again too weak, then I will die,
think not about to you, I hate you for it
you exist, that I must see you every day. Your sadness.
Seems as though if I would not give more, you were
a little bit happier. But your life has nothing to do with me
, I find no place for me in it because it
none. Maybe you can print it otherwise, perhaps one should say
simply nothing, but you can understand, then,
that I can not do without you? I can not bear to see you
and understand that I do not purely belong to your life
. But perhaps you would be happier if
would give me for you. And I hope that if it
micht no more, that you still can remember me.


If you read it, do not call me, I do not say a word,
forget me and ... Please be happy, but I burn. Verbally. .

Find Radius Of Curvature In Bimetallic

lina_ame @ 2008-10-22T18:08:00

you believe me? I'm afraid ... And my intuition tells me it's over.
know And you think I'm quite calm ... Imagine how I go alone and lonely Walking through my brightly-painted life without you by my side. My life is the Metro, people get in, take a piece get off. I look at all the passengers, try emir to get a picture of them and their lives put in front of me what they think fühlen.Und drive on.
If I take the tram, I hope, generally, that this ride never ends. No matter where I go. And I love to sit in relation to you, and life seems in slow motion - the pictures whizzing past you, and you look out the window with a view with which you would probably watch a video of your life . And then you notice my eyes and look back. And then time stands still. For infinity.
you know ... Once I've given up the love. And thought, it remains that way forever. And then you have entered into my life. Have you sat down opposite me, and your head leaning against the painted from the outside window pane. I've never been great about it thought about what I feel for you - it was so obvious that you're there, have always given me a sense of security, I knew that you need me and this certainty the meaning of my life identified. I've made me think about what I feel for the others, but not for you. And now I see why.
Strange, when you have lost something forever noted you what it has identified for the one. As if it was all already, and I'm sorry I did not appreciate that I have you. Suddenly I realized what it was. Maybe it was the happiest months of my life. And now I can, without question it worthy for me is to think - I love only you.

I will probably make anything to be back alone. But I do not know what happened to me when you're gone.

What Do Those Coloured Bands Mean

lina_ame @ 2008-09-08T18:30:00

a terrible feeling - to see everyday people to have by his side, who once was your one and all, and now - damn unattainable, so different, different, cold, even ... arrogant? I do not know what happened to you. We change, are shaped by the outside world. Believe me, I know how much pain you bring your love, I know what would have happened if you had not taken. Probably this makes me "what happened" so sick, and awakens the sentiment in me ... I tried not to give up. I've done everything what I could do. Now I can only do one thing - let go. I'm so terribly sorry, while I'm upset, angry infinite. has left on you, the man who was once my only sunshine, which was everything to me, and then, later, when I have fallen off the rails me fall. I think I can forgive it's still not you. The explanation for your cold, your restraint. Now I put our friendship at that time in question, for now there is no friendship more, we tolerate each other as if we are bound together. That's why I'm considering the class to skip. You play me the whole Some time ago. And I wonder why. Do not you think I'm alone? Now look here, I'm not alone: I have friends. Friends, I mean something friends who show me it. And I was alone, I would make niche. It gave me also mattered, the being alone, then, we have each other when we became friends. At that time you've looked after me, I've liked, I wanted to always have. I do not know what I've done that you no longer want it. And slowly I will not.

I'd prefer you just remove from my life, hurt so much I thought of the would dich.Ich you most like to see any more. Maybe because I have you once loved. Perhaps because love never goes away. Maybe because I know I could never be for you the man that you were for me. And still are. Because it makes me very much of being alone. Without being up, especially if you're sitting next to me and I'll say something. Then you are the furthest away from me. Worlds, light years. How did just that? ...

And still I cry at night when I remember to say, I'll see you the next morning. And I'll hate you for it. Because you have deported me if you left. For that you've changed so much. And I would hate me too, that I have changed.

Woman Feels Muscle Of Man

:_friend

Thus, the constant change of feelings. Where do you think you have friends, you break often you yourself want to belong, while keeping to yourself. What they want from you? You, as you are, or Pierrot, the clown do it at all? Do I need you, miss you up? Like lilies in the light of the moon, no calyx is willing to open up to the moon, not a flower reaches the soul. But where are you one of them, and are willing to open up to them, they would rather see the moon. It's always the loved ones, hurt thee, knowing that they are the ones for which you are willing to sacrifice themselves.
With the sound tearing silk fades the record of your moonlight sonata. I will never change, why because even if I'm not asked. Porcelain doll, a life for themselves, but the world around me is different than the one in which I live. Should I forget myself, imitate them, to thereby to be? Again and again I return to myself to find. Dear I am alone. I can not forget me, and I do not have to. For we are all equal, one seeks the friendship is not one they studied. You can take the man as he is. I will not change me. No one is perfect, but nobody says what bothers him. I am beginning to think that inequality is the origin.
friends. People you love that you miss that one needs for which you give everything. There is nothing, only I probably would not be needed anymore. Sad, but what else can I do? People who are well acquainted, are important to me, all seems lost to go as long as I want to be myself. Perhaps it is abundance. But perhaps I was just never the right thing. Unfortunately, my error 10 years of practice, you are the most important thing.




Frank, Finja, Elisha, Tess, Anna - so important to me you're from - maybe I'm just too lonely and quiet for you, and I will not be prevented, to savor life together . Did you love. ...