Montag, 28. März 2011

Samstag, 26. März 2011

The plan was to drink until the pain is over. but what's worse, the pain or the hangover?

Samstag, 12. März 2011

Sonntag, 6. März 2011

My hands are cold my body's numb
I'm still in shock what have you done
My head is poundin, my vision's blur
Your mouth is moving, I don't hear a word

And it hurts so bad that I search my skin
For the entry point, where love went in
And ricocheted and bounced around
And left a hole when you walked out