Kryptonite.

I don't want this to become a music-blog..But sometimes... a little music won't hurt.

And here it is, my kryptonite..
Men.
British.
Musicians.
Tattooed.
Remarkably different from whats 'normal'.

That. Exactly that is what makes me weak as shit.
Sorry, I'm not sorry.

Thank's to this awesome guy.

That's the perfect song right now. I should sing this in front of all those people on my graduation day.

Paranoid.

Sometimes.
I think those things.
Like my friends don't like me.

Like they talk bad about me.
That's sick.
I know.
But.. This has happenend to me so many times.

Am I just cautious?

Am I jealous?
I really don't know.

I think I'm a really bad friend.
And I'm sorry.
I don't want to get hurt again.

I don't want to be the one left again.
Do you know what I mean?

I love you..
But there were too many bad experiences..

It's all lies.

I'm not ugly?
Sorry, I have a mirror.

I'm not annoying you?
Then why do you treat me like I do?

I'm not dumb?
Then tell me why I study and put all my power into something and fail?

I'm not a loser?
Tell me, what did I win?

I'm not a failure?
Then why do I have all these problems?



Stop telling me I'm not and then treat me like I am.

Under Pressure.

To succeed is what I want,

and what I need.

I don't want straight A's
I just want to pass these stupid exams.

I don't want to be the big failure.
I'm gonna disappoint myself, my parents, and everyone.

People will be talking,
'Yeah, she never could do anything properly,
there was always trouble.. She's such a lazy, fat, dumb girl'

Let me pass. That's enough.
I don't want to be a loser.

If this pressure won't stop,

I will.

Self-destructive

I don't know why,
but why are women so self-destructive?

They overthink everything and turn something unimportant to the biggest problem the ever had..
until then..

If we hear someones talking shit about us, we want to know who and what.
Even everyone knows it's crap.. we still feel bad.

We keep focussed on the bad things that happend.

WHY, just WHY can't we be happy little girls?

Amazing

My heartbeat's racing.
My hands feel like shaking.
In my stomach there are hundrets of butterflies.
My eyes are 'bout to cry.

I don't really know how to deal with this.
That's it.
That's the point.