|tonight we sleep in separate diches.
||[Oct. 11th, 2004|12:00 am]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
|||||the birthday party-deep in the woods||]|
I can work for hours on a drawing, thats probably the only thing in the world I really applay myself at. It's a bit sad really, but I hope that I some time will gett to actually do this fulltime. I know I'm sort of good. A lot better than most people who tell me that they can draw. But people gett real jealous and I sort of need a bit off recognition now and than.
And I don't really ever think that I'l gett the chance to go anywhere with anything. Although i guess i should be greatfull that there at least is somethings that I'm kinda' good at, and that comes easy to me.
Love is for fools, and all fools are lovers.
It's raining on my hose, and none of the others.
Love is fools and, God knows I'm still one.
The sidewalks are full of loves lonely children.
The sidewalks are full of loves ugly children.