I know, I break her. It will never change.

By extolling me little, for step to change, I can say that I'm not wrong. I can be excusing as me can be aggressive. I'm very protective towards the persons whom I love. I never search annoy them, but when they search me, they find me. I'm rather emotional. But I can also be racer of girls. I like them, it is as it, but I respect them. I'm clever. I know how to think. I act properly when it is needed. I'm when in life, me shone to no understand me not feets. I'm stubborn. Even rather bloody when it has dispose. I always have that I want, don't forget it. I'm fond of my pride more than everything in the world.

Sachaa Dempsey.™ 16 Yeaars old. Alonee.. ;) </3

# Posté le mercredi 07 octobre 2009 18:11

Modifié le mercredi 09 décembre 2009 13:16

Life is a true bitch. Then you only have to close eyes, to advence, still ... to forget the past, to look in front of is and to walk. Because we in step the choice, because it's as it. Then you're silent, you continue living, even if you don't want it, because nothing is finished. Because everything begins ... Has time run, as happiness disappear. You hope lane it will return, you don't know when, but you wait. It's it, the life, it's everything. During days you cry, you don't know, you know nothing. And one evening, one evening you realize your errors, you realize that you owe moved forward. Then the following day, you get up full a hope, full a hope in a better life.
And so on, disappointment, wait, belief, re-been confined to bed.

# Posté le jeudi 08 octobre 2009 05:22

Modifié le lundi 07 décembre 2009 14:26

Motherfuckers & Fatherfuckers. You're Welcome. I Come in Peace. We Love Yew.

The world is full of bastards. It's not new. Life is hard, but it's as there. They are not born to suffer, but they aren't born to make nothing either. Life is a bitch, then kisses there. Take the most possible there and turn of quoted tone there ! :-O xD Young saw, that you are. One in that a childhood, that an adolescence. Afterwards they are old, they lose his energie, they work, still and still. One in a life in take in hand, a family, one in more the choice. Then as long as you can make your own choices, go to it, tear along. Don't let you the time destroy. Beat you until the end, burst you. Screw of the things which you will never forget. These things which make that command us happy. Finally here be not allowed to walk on feet.
Screw your life, it's for it that they are born.

# Posté le jeudi 08 octobre 2009 05:53

Modifié le jeudi 08 octobre 2009 07:41

I be going to speak about fulls of differents subjects, but it's necessary that I drop all that I'm so much resentful that it's there. I suffer, in every direction. I need air, but on the one hand I need her, I need them. I find it difficult to integrer, I confess. At present, I find it very difficult in many things, and the only thing which I would like, it's to get some fresh air, go back overthere... But I know that if I make it, I lose her. And I don't want lose her. I would not accept that she leaves once again. Because now that her belongs to me, me not release more. I like her, terrifically. But everything goes badly for me. I straight myself to the full of things, it's a bit as though I straight me to live. No, it's not "a bit ", it's exactly it. I straight myself in everything, to sleep, to move, to eat, to believe. The only thing which I again know how to make, it's to smoke, to dream and to wait. Level health as moral level, I feel wrong. I really don't know what to make, then for the time being I have only one question at the head : Am I Going to take out there ?
I don't know step, but I wait, and I would see.

Peax : " Barbie vien de la mine & s'est faite violée. " By Teeo F. & Sachaa D.

# Posté le vendredi 09 octobre 2009 13:34

Modifié le mardi 24 novembre 2009 11:40

Today, I feel sick. I learn things which kill me. I learn things which I would never have liked not to hear. From time I wonder if she loves me or if it madman of my face. I wonder if she really knows what she wants. I don't know any more what to make. I know that this love isn't and will never be reciprocal. Because I like it in die, and because her, questions give impression to have it to make nothing. Because it's with her that I want to make my life, but I need a girl who shows that it at need of me, and that it's in no way it's case. No, I don't need disease, I need that it, need her it. And it hurt me, because I like it and I would like it, because I suffer or not, I want to make her happy, but days ago when I've impression not to achieve it even. Because here I feel sick, it's torn, stabbed, bloody, lost, brand... I like her, it's everything. But I suffer, also.

# Posté le dimanche 18 octobre 2009 15:06

Modifié le jeudi 26 novembre 2009 15:39

A life, it 's a shit, isn't it ? Me, personally, I find. It was so much easier when I was embedded on my games videos. I did not suffer, I thought of nothing, I lived the life of the figure, and in games videos, they always end winning. I developed this habit of victorious fighter every time. And veils where I follow by it. For the time being, I play, yes, but I lose. I liken't game over. However I've no choice, I must accept, and begin another game, because in the game which makes left life, we have only the single chance. I would like to grow, to be somebody of definitely, more to make the kid, to be considered to be a man and not as a child. But ca, people don't understand it. They are bloody stupid, you're all bloody idiot, it's everything. I hate you all, without exeption. Anybody not me of, nobody who searches helps to understand me. And each time I find a person who loves me as a man, who considers me to be as such, she leaves, each time it's in even far or not, there there there that leave very far, very up here where I could never again see them, if she would still be there, it would understand me, her. But no, it was too nice, everything was too nice, it was well necessary that something comes to spoil everything. I would have liked it to be still there, near me, I suffer from it, every day, I suffer from it, the most part of the evenings, I mourn it. Those that knew it shall understand me, the others, no. Oh well. I would make with, in any case, I've no choice. But here I come back on the most important point of this article, I'm fed up there to be considered to be a kid and not to be a man, I'm sixteen years old now ! Stop taking me for a six-year-old child. I'm not the small sensitive boy who at need of circle, I'm this person whoever at need somebody needs him, I need to help be, of in charge, to love somebody who wants to be liked. But it's too much to ask perhaps ? I cope seen what life gives me since all this time... I'm fed up there, it's everything. Are going to make all you do.

# Posté le mercredi 25 novembre 2009 11:31

Modifié le lundi 30 novembre 2009 17:18