Snow is falling... falling, falling..

I wish the Christams now, your christmas!
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you-make me happy!

I love you

thank you that you ARE

I couldn't wait of december anymore.

I need this damn month now!

aren't you?
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My little monster,

when you're smiling I feel myself just good.

My little devil,

our every day will be like halloween.

My little evil,

we will be together so in love.

My darling person.

I need you now so much

I love you so much (this photo for u)
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...She's got a date at midnight.
With Nosferatu.
Oh baby, Lilly Munster.
Ain't got nothing on you.
Well when I called her evil.
She just laughed.
And cast that spell on me.
Boo Bitch Craft...
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I need...I need your message every morning just for wishing me good morning.. I need...I need your message every night just for wishing me sweet dreams..

It will be gives me power, positive and such different good feelings inside))

But please don't do it now. Cuz I don't want to feel this all just after your reading this. Its too late((

But for sure my feelings are so strong and I hope for future.

One time I hope for future with another boy but soon I understand that all was lie and really wrong. A big mistake. Maybe he will read it and I don't care. Its too late for you and for sure you don't need me (its so obvious) and I don't need you now.

Sometimes when we find one boy (or girl) we thought that its for ever, but not... Our 1st feelings are not really for ever. I know this. And I'm even happy that we don't have something now with my last boy. Ah, damn! Noone never liked him (my friends hate him) but not me :D
And, oh, how I was wrong. But in some side its good that I realize it and understand. Never will make the same mistake. I need now only one]]

[every day is like a prison]

I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do.
I don't know who I am. I don't know why I'm here.
Maybe to take hurts all the time?
In my life it was so much. I couldn't anymore, Its really hard.
Its really hard to realise that noone will like me
But the truth is shit and I should accept it. But its so hard


[my life is like a obe BIG dump]
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everyone has a door. Mine door is you.
[I hope you will welcome ,myself]
I need you, baby(((((

bad day, bad dream, bad time, bad all photo, badd all
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I swear that soon I will die!
I couldn't live with this pain what I get in each day more and more...
Its really hard.
At this time I don't really care about myself.
I don't care if someone will find me under that car

I think that it is my the best photo)
On onthers I'm so ugly
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In my uni I see every day one boy. He is normal and not normal. both. When I see him I want to cry. Really. He is soldier. He couldn't going perfect. Hes feet are so bad and every one laughing at him. How could be so stupid? This boy needs for care and friends. Sure I see himself alone. For him its really hard to going. He has a paralyse. I want to talk with him cuz I think that these people are really all alone in this word and they need for friends. I'm so pity for him. But If I come to him, he will think that I'm the another one who wanted to laugh at him. But I don't want to laugh at him.

People are so bad and I hate them for their shit.

I'm writing this all in english cuz I want that one boy could read it. But I think that he don't need it. He said that he will change himself, but he don't! Why every guys lie? Why they do shit for us, but they don't want to take this shit from us? Maybe you will taste it too? And then we will se how do you like it! I could tell you (not one or two) your plans and information that I have known only just of one minute to their realizing! But you also said that I will get this information and plans. But no! You said that you haven't got any interesting at your work, but when you back home, and you have so new info (I guess about it)...
So, I don't want to continue this stuff cuz I have so much pain inside...
I will tell you only this-> THANK YOU VERY MUCH BABY!
Ok! Everything will be how I said.
-hi!
-good
-ok
-bye
(you understand what I mean)

maybe you think that he is ugly? But I don't think so!

(Jeffrey Ross Hyman)
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Sid & Nancy
Raised in southern England by his mother, Anne Beverly, a troubled single mother who had her own history of heroin use, Sid was lonelier offstage than his bad-boy persona suggested. "Deep down he was a shy person," wrote photographer Dennis Morris in a pictorial history of the band, 1991's Never Mind the Bollocks. "I think he was frightened of the audiences. . . . Sometimes he showed no emotion at all." At 16, after his first few one-night stands, says Beverley, Sid told her, "Mum, I don't know what people see in sex. I don't get anything out of it."
The daughter of an upper-middle-class Philadelphia businessman, Nancy had problems "almost since birth," says her mother, Deborah Spungen. "She was volatile." An emotionally disturbed high school grad, she abused drugs and repeatedly attempted suicide. But when she met the 19-year-old John Simon Ritchie in 1977 at a friend's London flat, she could hardly be described as aimless. "Nancy came to England with the express wish, much like a groupie, to bed a Sex Pistol," says Pamela Rooke, a buddy of Sid's who was working at a punk clothing shop on London's trendy Kings Road at the time. "And in a way, Sid was easy meat."
Nancy, who had worked as a prostitute in London, figured out how to turn him on. They moved into Rooke's flat, not far from Buckingham Palace, sharing a mattress on the dining room floor. "Everybody wanted to be with Sid, but unfortunately he came with Nancy," says Rooke, now a veterinary nurse on the southern coast of England. "She was unbelievably thick-skinned, one of the most unlikable people I've met. Everybody could see through her--except Sid."
The two were archetypally codependent. "Sid didn't have any normal, ordinary relationships, and I think the sex part overtook him," says Rooke. "I always saw him as being the child to Nancy as mum. She was one of those doting people, and he had never had that in his life." Predictably, Nancy's overbearing presence soon led to friction with the band. Lead singer John Lydon (then billed as Johnny Rotten) "would plead with him to get rid of her, but to Sid she was like a crutch," writes Morris. "When they were together he was like a kitten, but without her he would go crazy." In time, says Nils Stevenson, the Sex Pistols' tour manager, Sid came to "dislike everything-- except heroin and Nancy." Things came to a head in 1978, on the Pistols' only major tour. Throughout the American concert dates, Sid "was erratic," according to Morris. "No one knew why. It seemed he missed Nancy. Sometimes he wouldn't eat at all. He'd drink heavy and take lots of drugs." Fed up, John flew back to Britain halfway through the tour. Nancy joined Sid in New YorkCity.
After the couple moved into the Chelsea Hotel in August, their relationship took an even stormier turn. "There was a violent episode four days before she died," says Deborah Spungen. "She said he'd been hitting her. I spent the next days worrying. And then she didn't call. And never called again."
On the morning of Oct. 12, responding to a report of a domestic dispute, police entered their Chelsea Hotel room and found Spungen, clad in blood-soaked bra and panties, crumpled under the bathroom sink, dead of a single, deep stab wound to her abdomen. Sid, in a drugged haze, was charged with her murder and released on $50,000 bail. In several telephone calls to Deborah Spungen after his arrest, Sid "never said he was sorry," she recalls. "He never said anything about it happening at all." Ten days later, Sid attempted suicide, slashing the full length of his forearm with a knife and reportedly screaming, "I want to be with my Nancy! I want to be left alone!"
After Nancy's death, Beverley flew to Manhattan to be with her son who, despite a stint in rehab, was still nursing his drug habit. On Feb. 1, 1979, fearful that he would be arrested in a drug buy on the street, she bought a supply of heroin for him, and was with him in the Greenwich Village apartment of a friend that night while he injected it. Afterward, "I swear to God he appeared to have a pink aura around his whole body," she remembers. The next morning, when she brought him a cup of tea, "he was lying there quite peacefully. I shook him until I realized he was very cold and very dead."
Late one night, a few dayslater, Beverley climbed the wall to a cemetery outside Philadelphia and, against the wishes of the Spungen family, scattered her son's ashes in the snow over Nancy's grave. Although authorities never officially determined whether Sid's death was by accident or design, Anne Beverley has little doubt. As evidence, she offers the worn piece of paper on which Sid scrawled a poem, simply titled "Nancy," to his departed love: "You were my little baby girl/And I knew all your fears/Such joy to hold you in my arms/And kiss away your tears/But now you're gone/There's only pain/And nothing I can do/And I don't want to live this life/If I can't live for you."

For this band everyone will kick me in Germany. This tells me one guy, who are so much for me.
But I have heard so much about Germany and thier behavior.
so, I don't care! Kick me and I will do the same with you :DD
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damn! I feel myself so ugly
and noone doesn't want to care about myself
but maybe only you, but you're so far away!
damn!
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