I hate Fox so much. I can’t believe they cancelled this flawless show (dark angel) ON A CLIFFHANGER. fucking retards. And it had good ratings and everything! Fuck them all, srsly.
Muse, regarded as the sirens of Rock music, wittingly cast a spell over submissive Muse fans across the country causing them to pilgrimage to the stage above the Rhine.
GOING TO THE EMAS!
I wanna tell you something. Brace yourselves!
Yesterday I got a VERY exciting call from a friend. I already gave up all my hopes for it weeks ago buuut … Steffi and I are going to the EMAs in Frankfurt on Sunday! YESSSS!
I promise you, we will
and we’ll dance our bums off!
And we’re gonna look fabulous!
I don’t even know what else to say. Sorry for the .gif spam, this had to be done, it’s the only accurate reaction!
BRING IT ON ALREADY!
Priorities a posteriori
I’ve come to a point where I need to change the order of priorities in my life.
I watch myself loafing about, being sleepless every night, missing lessons, letting down my family, not really caring about anything important anymore. I’m wasting away.
Compared to my dutiful and studious ex-self, I cannot even recognise myself anymore. I don’t think I ever was as unhappy with myself as just now. I cannot stand my own face when I look into a mirror.
I cannot risk dropping out of uni. I worked too hard to get here. From the age of 17, I knew what I wanted to be studying at uni, I knew I wanted to go to this uni, I saw my entire future before me.
I used to be spoilt by success, I always got everything I wanted ideationally. But during the last year, everything started to crumble.
There were months and months of not knowing what I want for my life. I questioned every decision I’ve ever made. Felix and I grew apart. I did not want to live with my mum and my brother anymore. I felt like I needed to change my course of study. I even wasn’t sure about going to uni at all anymore, even though I knew I was made for university since I was a little kid.
I also never felt as alone as right now even if there are so many people who offer help and I know I can count on. It may sound stupid, but the people who want to be around me even make me feel more isolated. I can’t let anyone near me because I need to deal with my own problems first. No one can help me through this, not even you. To think you’re the one to fix my unrest is simply delusional.
I cannot get over myself until I get over you and vice versa. But I can work on everything else and give my very best. Giving up is not an option.
