Hope, strung high, oh-so high up there among the stars.
but never was my heart meant to go that far.
love you say? a masquerade, but feels like no other,
an act, a play, nothing like that i must say, no "call me when your sobers"
but for me right now, as the clock strikes twelve, and even if dear cinderellas running out,
I have to sit by the stairs and think, what troubles that glass shoe could bring?
Hope, now buried below, what you reap is what you sow.


Hey Christian's-blog-readers, and nicole:D,
this is me, blogging, and well, today lits on moving on, cause thats all i've been thinking about semi consciously since who knows when. so yeah, im glad im happy now.
hmm, the Jade's palz/Gordon and Co, or whatever, next sleepover thingy,
tell me, my house is always and option(:


seriously guys that part of my life is done. wait a minute, the new chapter has already begun.