I really think that 'Goodnight-Goodmorning' is the main topic of my life now.That's all I have, that's all I wanna do. Of course I won't think about this half friendship.. But i break hearts (and it has always been hard guys), eyes, and tears. But i don't want to. It's not my fault. i have no heart anymore. My wolf stole it to me. A few hours before i was feeling like an indian girl with feather is his hair running around her seated tribe. I don't know. But now i feel like a thief, like a smuggler. Cold and alone with my own weird music. Don't know why, but i like it. feels like everybody's angry against me, is jealous of me, envy me, hate me, but can stop thinking of me. Like i make them crazy. Give them hell. That's so funny. I'm only with this heavy burning passion. That's all. Sometimes, i remind myself of an old hooked poet. You know, this one who hide himself behind his shadow, to work on his curious brain, strange ideas, scary melody. That makes me laugh ( everything makes me laugh but. ). I'm a junkie. My mom tells me things people said to her when she was 38 years older than me. I love her. but i don't listen. Cause all i wanna do is live by myself. Fuck everyone, we're alive, supposed to live the life people tell you have to live? I don't think so. I promise myself, i wont have any dreams. These dreams will be my life. So ok for that. living its life is a thing. I would ask sometimes to Him. Am i a bitch ? Am i a slut ? Have I no heart to play with these dogs ? All i want to do is go, with my six strings on my back, find him in the middle of the ocean, all around the world, in our place. My wolf. But in any case, whatever i'd do, i'd hurt some people. So, i choose. I won't care bout anything, anyhow some people will be crying, on my way. Screaming my name, with love and hate. but i already said it once, it happens. Alright then. I'm now playing into a new team. The llamas team. Im might be ridiculous, but llamas are my smile, my laughs, my joy. I know it sounds crazy. And I know it sounds amazing. The melody you're writing me everyday makes me cry love tears and makes of me the happiest girl in the whole world. you're a magician. You're odd, pretty Odd (Yesss Sir). You're fearful. You're the most amazing 'one' i ever had. I could cry now. such a strong passion. Oh btw, i didnt talk you about the two awesome parts of my heart, the one with the gift is more present now. But i can't stop thinking of George. and the rest. I'm in love. Music, melody, chords, voice, songs, mediator. what an obssession. Im a painter. I think. because all i do here, writing all these shits, knowing that there's nobody, speaking to no one. Im just dumping all my creepy and awful mind on a white page. And nobody can't stop me. Please someone, stop me. only him can stop me. He understands me. Cause we're werewolves.