Dear Friends, yet again I haven't been active here, on deiviantart. Some of you might already know that my mother moved back to Europe on Wednesday, and leaving out the nasty details, it was simply shit. My dad left for Europe 2 days after her. He’s with his new hoe now. He’ll be back for Christmas. So I'm alone in this friggin huge and empty house with the urge to shoot myself. All I have are my echoes and an older brother with anxiety attacks to take care off.

Some that have me added on facebook probably noticed from the really sketchy pictures that I've been partying and getting hammered every single weekend just to get my mind off things.

My friends did something great for me this weekend. Knowing that I won't be having Christmas this year they came to Ottawa, we ate dinner together, exchanged really funny gifts and got drunk while laughing the night away. Now that they’re gone, their lack is hitting hard. One of them... I like him more than I have originally planned. I like him too much.

Knowing that I won't see these boys for another 2 months or so makes me want to jump into a freezing lake. Drift away. I guess it was wrong of us to get so close, so fast.

Anyway, this is just to let you know that I don't know when I'll put something up, or if I will do it at all. I'm just tired, battered by family fights and shattered by heartaches...

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There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It’s still a little hard to say what's going on

There's still a little bit of your ghost your witness
There's still a little bit of your face i haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can't say what´s going on...