current obsession: err...
current song: hmmm....

Too busy to be even obsessed in anything. Nor be up to date with what nice songs there are.

Too frustrated to even bother.

Too filled with hatred that i feel dead.

Latest: 've been grounded for another 2 weeks.
you enjoy it dont you.
you simply love making my life miserable, dont you.
you simply want me to be left out in every single thing right.
you want me be alone and just get my 4 As.

let me tell you: i will defy you- you and your evil intentions. and i will hate you forever.

It stuck in a barb wire snare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every German was you.
And the language obscene.

Am home alone now...wonderful feeling. It'll be better if i can just get out my home.

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they struck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And i said I do, I do.
So daddy, I'm finally through.
The black telephone's off at the root,
The voices just cant worm through.

If i've killed one one, I've killed two---
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year.
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy you can lie back now.

There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
-Sylvia Plath Daddy

help me.
vane.