Give meeeeee

Wish it were mine~

The art of Nails

Summernails... Aren't they nice? Maybe they would get me in a better mood?

One more time

My world is falling apart bit by bit. It's my parents...
I hate how they believe that I'm old enough to relate on. It makes me sick, to hear them talk about eachother all the time,  and it's not in the good way, you know.
They keep on saying that I should go talk with the other parent... Why can't they just talk by themselves?? It's so frustrating, and I'm getting depressed all the time. I really can't handle stuff like that.
The only words I hear is: Money. Why can't your father not just give me some money. He is so "insert bad word here"... -It's like a repeating maschine.
Well... Why can't you go and ask him some money yourself? Then she start on crying and all that, and in the end she blames me for not agreeing with her..
I wish I could have a happy family. Why does money always take our happiness away?
I miss the old days with my family... Everything is really falling apart right now.

I know you

I know the clear blue eyes you have

The ones that pierce into my little tiny heart

And rips out my deepest feelings

I know the way you talk

All the way deep down from you heart

The rushing of the words

Floating in the air like a bittersweet melody

I know how you smile

Just like the sun and the moon

With tenderness and warm

But there's a mysterious part about you

One I can't figure out

I know the sadness as well as the happiness in your face

How you show those expressions so clearly

And how you do not see me looking

I know your hands

Strong, caring and warm

Those times under the big starry sky

And you were the biggest light of them all

I came to know the feeling

Of my hand in yours

I know your kiss

Barely experienced it

Though it remains in my mind

Just a skincontact between lips and cheek

Maybe next time

Tonight

I know the love you have

The love you share with everyone around you

If only i could hold on to it

And make it all mine

Yet I know I can't be that selfish

I know you

How I always can point you out in a crowd

A crowd with millions of people

But for a while there haved only been the crowd

No you

I know you

And the worst part about knowing you

Is that I don't know you at all

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I just thought it would be funny to start this blog with a poem (: I'm starting to miss those days, where everything was a lot more easy -.-
I'm missing the life I once had, and I wish that I just could go back and never move forward.
Ohh~ Why can't I just enjoy happiness?
Why is life so damn difficult?...