ongs and lyrics.
Most of what I have written during the past years. Why I refuse to put everything out here will remain one of my mysterious secrets.

From My Screwed-Up Mind: Lyrics

et out of my life!
All those things that drive me crazy, but are actually of so little importance that I don't dare whining about them in front of my boyfriend anymore. I should be smarter than that. But how can I do that?
Ugly people on the way to work, noisy kids (slash: brats), and all these people who can't figure out how to use a staircase properly, get on the train in less than five minutes or actually wait in a queue. Stupid people. Annoying people. Why am I punished again?
I will not be nice here, this is my place to let it all out.

Get out! Now!