Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

Perder Peso!

2 de janeiro de 2007

Acho que sou emotiva demais, até com as pequenas coisas, que para certas pessoas não tem importância nenhuma. Para mim tem.
Seria eu dramática? Exagerada? Sei-la.... Sofro demais com coisas sem sentido, nonsense...
Será do meu signo? Não entendo nada de signos... não poderia responder essa pergunta.
Só posso dizer uma coisa.
The Show Must Go On.... Inside my Heart is breaking.... o resto vc´s ja conhecem....

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