i need to get back to the place where i belong
i never felt so strong
thinking of the reasons why?
never knowing do ou die?
its not like they care?
then why do toi find it so unfair
its hard to be strong but we make life déplacer along
u get what u want to why do toi cry and lie and lie?
its not that hard to be u just dont act the way others do
why do u feel this way im the one who always pays
u laugh at things that dont make sense toi montrer of when toi think?
its hard for me to be strong im not just gonna go along
thats not me thats just u stop doing what they do
u used to be my friend but i guesse l’amour is nothing in the end
Today was a hard jour for me,
I woke up early in the morning when everyone was asleep.
I couldn't sleep,
there was something inside me,
It was hurting me so much that I didn't know what to do to make it go away.
My soul was torn apart, l’amour towards this girl was starting to hurt me in a way no imaginable to me.
Desire to be with her took over my soul and only she can help me take this pain away.
Now I know that strongest emotion is love, it's the most powerful thing on this planet.
Nothing can't stand beside it nor destroy it.
I just hope, she feels a bit of what I'm feeling towards her.
If not,
My cœur, coeur and soul will be covered in thick layer of sadness, misery , emptiness, no meaning to live.
I woke up early in the morning when everyone was asleep.
I couldn't sleep,
there was something inside me,
It was hurting me so much that I didn't know what to do to make it go away.
My soul was torn apart, l’amour towards this girl was starting to hurt me in a way no imaginable to me.
Desire to be with her took over my soul and only she can help me take this pain away.
Now I know that strongest emotion is love, it's the most powerful thing on this planet.
Nothing can't stand beside it nor destroy it.
I just hope, she feels a bit of what I'm feeling towards her.
If not,
My cœur, coeur and soul will be covered in thick layer of sadness, misery , emptiness, no meaning to live.
Last night I had a dream. It was no normal dream. I was at the photographie studio where my mom works and I was talking to Ian Somerhalder. That was *awesome*. But then Paul Wesley appeared and gave me a weird look then walked away. All of a sudden, Ian Somerhalder was playing baseball in the photo shoot room. I walked out of the room and returned minutes later. Ian had turned into a vampire! A real one, not Damon! I gasped and begged him not to drink my blood, but he smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm a fruit vampire!" He pulled a prune out of his pocket- which was weird because before I left the room, his skinny jeans didn't have pockets- and started sucking the jus, jus de out it. When he was done, Paul Wesley came back with a normal expression and the two leaned against a window, just like the poster in my room. I think I've looking at that poster to much…