As my Mood Swings my mind

and when the bastards bring you down, remember you're not the only beautiful person who's hurting inside.
It is desperately unfair and I can only wait till happiness startles me. There comes some points in your life when you think no one will ever truely understand what you are because everyone has a different layer of understanding. I think it just depends on the weather. The Sun should fucking shine in Geneva, thats how Geneva can help me. Not by throwing my generation to a drunken idiotic stupor.
And just when you thought life couldn't get anymore banal, the internet puts a smile on my face;
Some really weird things you can buy out there