Strange fruit, strange coffe, strange new world

Women are strange, or not so much women, as my ex girlfriends.

Oh, please don’t talk about that again.

Yes I will..

They all start to like me more once our relationships are ended. Perhaps it’s because I start to ignore them? Perhaps the ignorant me is more intresting than the affectionate(?!?) me?

Who knows! Im not that comfortable with it. It holds me back, because im such a nice person that after been given sweet complimants for an hour, say something nice back – then it’s like river running wild.

I don’t think my english really is enough for what I want to say here.

Should I say it in german instead?

Meine freülein bist….

No, cant do that either.

Food/ beverages: None/ coffe

Drugs: cigarettes (two so far)

Excersise: none whatsoever

Where will it all end? With everything?

Life is like a box of chocolate, if it get’s to hot’s, it’ll melt.

av Max @ 09:15:17 i Old diary | länk | Prat (1)