Eigentlich hasse ich Sonntage. Und den heutigen hätte ich erst recht hassen müssen.

Hab ich aber nicht.



Heute war Putzen angesagt, da es wirklich mal wieder nötig war.

Das Zimmer hab ich in Ordnung gebracht, die Bettwäsche gewechselt und gestaubsaugt.

Ein sauberes Zimmer ist doch gleich viel schöner. Bei mir fliegt unter der Woche nämlich immer alles rum.


Wer kennt denn nicht folgende Situation: Man kommt von der Schule heim, geht in sein Zimmer und das erste was passiert ist, dass Tasche und Schuhe in eine Ecke geschmissen werden.

Eben.


Whatever, heute ist erster Advent und das bedeutet, dass ich mich nun langsam aufmachen muss, um Geschenke zu kaufen.

Einige Ideen hab ich schon.

Happy Birthday, Miri! :D

Happy Birthday, Mum! :D

I've learned how to play piano.

I've learned how to play guitar.

I've learned how to play drums.


I've learned as much french as possible.

and

I'm going to learn as much italian as possible.


I do my best to get the things I want, need and deserve. You do nothing.


Your life wasn't easy, I know, you said it a hundred times. But your life is easy and your story annoying. I'm not interested in your fucking boring life, even if you think so.


But yeah, you think everyone's interested in you and your life.



You're wrong. You're always wrong. You think your life is hard, but it isn't. Believe me, you even don't know what that means.


I knew a person who had a hard life. But he never gave up, he was always there and helped me. But he was very ill and died very quickly because of this illness.

When I heard about his death I didn't know if I should be happy or sad. Everthing seemed to be so quick. I couldn't order my thoughts.

I had a strange feeling.

But this feeling wasn't sad.


I was happy that his suffering was over. I ever wished him just the best and now his death was the best for him.

Sometimes death is the best solution.


... but you shouldn't forget that life is so much more important and beautiful.


Can't you understand that?

I think,


you're a wannabe rich fool with wannabe cool friends.

So fuck you and leave me.

My grandpa died today.



Rest in Peace. ...









I love you. u.u

Wir hatten Gurken. Es waren nur Mädchen. Mehr muss man gar nicht sagen.






Happy Birthday, Ali! <3

It happened. Are we no friends any more?


Think. Why did you always drive to munich?


You wanted because of me. Because we were friends, sisters, married and all that crazy shit.

What's now? I did nothing. I wrote with you, phoned with you and listened to your stories about asians. I did everything what a good "sister" would do.

I remember... we went to Wiesn and talked about having a WG in time.

I remember how I said to you you shouldn't come that much to me, because maybe we could be annoyed of ourselves.You said "Nooooo, that won't be happen, I love you!"

But apparently it happened and now you suck up[?] my friends. I know I can't call them "my friends", but I knew them before you did and sometimes I'm very possessive, you should know that, shouldn't you?

So change it or I'll show what a real "enemy" is. And I really don't want show you that, because I like you. ^.^

What will be the name of your first child?



Boy: Tristan.

Girl: Isadora.


"You are playful, romantic and interrested in art; you wanna show that in the names of your children. They are something special and so their names are."


... they would hate me.


But I like "Isadora". Somehow.