Well, we all died.

I survived the end of the world. Again!

Anyway. Yesterday, October 21st, was the 5th anniversary of Sandy West's death. It's sad because she was a really good drummer.

My birthday

Yay; I am now one year closer to death!

lol no. But it is my birthday.

Optimistic

I'm officially an optimist.

Revenge

I hate myself for loving You
Can't break free from the things that You do
I wanna walk
But I'd run back to You
That's why I hate myself for loving You.

Do You ever feel like ripping somebody's head off? 

We are, we are...

the metalheads!

God, do I love Doro.
No, wait.
God, do I love METAL.

Careful with eyeliner

Because I had a black eye today.
Literally.

''It's a big, big world..."

And there's a lost soul out there somewhere. That soul wants to perish, or temporarily disappear. Then one day, this soul is happy. However, it feels... odd to be happy. This soul has been so lost and depressed for so long, that it forgot how it feels to be happy. This soul would prefer to be depressed, but then again, that soul wants to know what it's like being happy. So it tries to live it's lost life in a more optimistic way...
Until one day, that soul realizes it would be hard to become optimistic again, because that soul has lost it's happiness and optimism. It tried. This soul, right there, tried. And it tried hard. Very hard. It tried to be an optimistic soul.
But pessimism seems to be greater than it, and it wants to stay that way. But it wants to be jovial, too...