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Wusstet ihr, dass Amerika Israel täglich 8 Millionen Dollar schickt?
Daily . Ok, you probably knew it, I am rarely informed in such matters. This makes the U.S. government. It is not even supported by most Americans! me taking the impotence. Not about the stupidity of the American government, that is clear and actually already accepted. No, the impotence affects me, because you fight so much - hardly what you achieved! Clearly calls me Greenpeace us as they are called all these aid organizations, tell me something from the Russian Revolution, from the French. I, however, tell you about the nameless. Of those who could not start the revolution ; those whose aid projects brought nothing, those who are not known / accepted / rich enough to have something to move around the world. Go to the streets and protest, you heard! Sure, and what happens then? First you must know people that will help in organizing the demo, you get this, it is still possible that you are standing at the end all alone on the road. Of course, a Ein-Frau/Mann-Demo is whirling, any note. Ha-ha-ha.
long by one second to return to the real issue back: Israel has no other thoughts than those of the government. Who wears black, who is depressed, who all look like you depressed comes in brain wash. Externally, it means that they would "give the courage to face life again." Again, ha-ha-ha. Israeli soldiers use Palestinian children as targets for practice. Sure, I hate people anyway, anyone who goes in the world - and if it does so "innocent child" is - a plague is less for the environment. But it goes against the grain, when cowardly 12 as an adult -, 13-year-old abknallt. These are an inferior both mentally and physically. Loser kids to shoot is the act of cowards. For if to shoot someone in general not the most courageous of killing. Strangle, stab, too, if the victim can defend themselves when fighting for his life can, which is a "fair kill." These soldiers are even afraid of not being able to win against children. You should give everyone the chance either to flee or fight. This Währe "honorable" to kill.
somehow brings me to the topic the death penalty. But for that I will probably come another time. Instead, something completely torn from the context:


Who has friends like these who needs enemies?. This proverb I have just read the threads related ResistantX. Yesterday I had to think about it. It takes amazingly strong to me. I mention this only my asshole-punk from a previous entry, or the Vasenzerstörerin from it. Well, the Vasezerstörerin was no friend of mine - fortunately - but on this detail, one can look away quickly, not to contaminate the statistics. Last night I felt really dirty, or as they say in the Swiss, "I be fully uf dr Schnurre gsi (= I was really into the mouth)." And the only two people who would cheer me up at this moment can - my two most important friends - were not there. My main (and, best, true) girlfriend has been now five days in a camp at the school. 5 days! I had no idea how hard it is for me it would be 5 days is not for me to have, but there was hardly a night for several months in which we had no contact. It looks like I miss her more than I thought because I'm always aggressive in recent days. Ok, I am anyway quite often aggressive, but so was extraordinary. And my most important friend had his case levy

camp at which he leaves next week on Wednesday. Right now I'm left me fairly. Sure, my most important friend is coming back today (juhu!), but next week will travel from my blue whale to the metal and as mentioned, my main camp to camp. Furthermore, I never really write more with my best. I'm not even sure if he was still my best is. Sure, it is important to me, but ... that "something" is missing. The last time I answered him anschrieb he did not even know ... I , that he had no time for he would answer me if he could. Yesterday ... ah no, the day before he wrote me a message with his Matur-results (I say only that he is the fifth best of the whole school ...) and that he finds that picture, which this communication crossed pretty. If there is then? Oh, and Wacken. I do not mean the place or the open air, but a person who calls himself a community in Sun He is believable after me. Currently, he is trying to make me jealous (I also have four that I want. ") as if I me would love it! As I told him (perhaps a little cold) said that I would myself so in love with someone else. Then he said "ahso, ok" and was offline. The conversations with my most loyal friend, are shallow and absurd manner, even those most loyal to my girlfriend. With my former imaginary soul sister is almost nothing, my hooligan has not answered me last time, my ex-Nazi changing moment his friends (and scandals) more often than my underwear while my last ex swears his love. .. . I do not. None of this is aufgepusht or something, but mostly played 1:1. I make no accusation of my most important friends think I do best and even in Wacken I do not talk times. My most loyal friends ... well ... I do not make accusations, but I am sorry. It's the same with my hooligan. My ex-Nazi, I said my opinion and my last Ex .. I wish I could exchange the love of all in friendship. I'm so afraid to lose them. ... This fear was difficult to admit. Yes, I am afraid. My last ex is just like a bird who accompanied me now steadily for nearly two years, more or less (ok. .. maybe from last November and in May, not), and therefore something to which I got used so I can not let go even wants. And in my most important friend ... I would not survive, they lose. I am not as empty words, but exactly Sun I would not bear to lose them if I needed proof, it gives me this week more than enough. To break up: I can not shit. It is simply nothing more. joke. So not that I can not, that's the truth, but that it should be a loosening. What is it? Hmm ... maybe ill humor? Recently, I was often enough, I was sick. Perhaps "the shock-to-end"? The balance to my anxiety confession? I do not know. I only know that I had to say it simply.
to real "loosen up": It's me right now super. I write with my most important friend 8sie has just come back on the phone !!!), same with my main friend (via Skype) and writing with my blue whale ... Wow! could hardly get better. Also introduced me to one thing yesterday. With a friend of mine - he is very

muscular (what an understatement!) - I had a funny conversation. I wondered what it would be if he were in my body and I in his. He then said that the world would be a avoid perilous place. I asked why and he replied simply, what would happen if I had with my constant anger and aggression his body. Hahaha, I think the last few days I have not gelachen Sun And above all, somehow ... Strange as it may sound, but ees made me ... "proud" would be the wrong word. But I find a better one.
In this sense, Brum! (Did the phase still)

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Currently I am a bit ... hyper. Not hyperactive, not hyper-sensitive. My heart beats as if it would set a world record xD I am aware of the reason for that - or I think I know - but this does not matter. I'm just trying to calm her. They slowly becomes painful.
Apart from my soon-busting Chest, there is nothing special. I finally wrote to my aunt. Oh! I have not told, as far as I know: My father went to Switzerland. Own terrible beauty is what he told me vorgejammert but he would not have enough money for the trip, he has tried to instill pity me, because he would see my paternal Grandmother never. And now he was going. But much was worse: He could not tell! Hello? This guy was my father. Well. Even worse is that my Grandmother, actually one of my favorite family members, has been silent and accepted that he does not need us to tell. I'm so sorry, but this is a Vetrauensbruch. I do not know if she can ever do well. As can again come as voices and tell me they would not live much longer, I would have to exercise consideration. Should I therefore take on any

consideration, could die soon? That would be for each person, because we can all be dead tomorrow.
... Wow. This idea, though always existing but very loud now, has just stolen my breath away. I could be dead tomorrow in bed. Perhaps today's mushrooms were not so good, who knows? Or the day I might fall down the stairs. Wow. My shock is less the idea of "Noooo! Then I'm dead! "Because the death I spit in his face, he does not interest me at all. There are other things, things like the smile of my best friend. The voice of my most important friend, the skeptical gaze of my best ones are. It simple things like calling a screech owl in the night and the sparkle of the stars in the sky. This I have written a text that is already long time ago.

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I with my life complete. Actually, I've been a long time ago. Now, death is almost at the door. I hear his footsteps coming up the stairs. But feel ich keine Angst, kein Verlangen, keine Freude und keinen Schmerz. In mir herrscht Leere und ich frage mich, ob jeder Todgeweihte gleich fühlt. Mein Gesicht ist dem dunklen Fenster zugewandt. Mir lacht die kalte Frontseite des gegenüberliegenden Hauses hämisch entgegen. Zum ersten Mal lächle ich zurück. 
Er hat die letzte Stufe erreicht, mein Zimmer ist das letzte des Ganges. Mein Körper scheint versteinert zu sein, lediglich mein Kopf ist diesem Zauber entronnen. Mit geweiteten Augen und leicht geöffnetem Mund blicke ich um mich, betrachte zum letzten Mal mein Zimmer. Die trotz der Dunkelheit beinahe leuchtenden Wände. Meinen dunklen Kleiderschrank, die Türe halb geöffnet. Mit ein wenig Anstrengung ist es possible for me to discern outlines of my favorite gowns. The adjacent panel. My homework are still waiting. The sadness begins to penetrate into my blood. My thoughts are my best friends I'll never see again. My best friend once defied my death but now he has failed. How will he cave in? My two best friends, I would one last wish, he would explain it to them. What is to say my most important friend? How will he think of me, he who has escaped death. I force my eyes and I will not continue to doubt. Only briefly stuck my eyes on my baby and I allow my thoughts only a few seconds to let linger in people, which I thank him have met. I hope his new owner will love just as much as I do. I pop in at the window, look at my little collection of candles and examine instead my bookshelf. Since I can read it filled. At this stage it is badly cluttered and I would have needed a new one for months. This has now done. He comes closer, has more than half his way back down. A slight breeze pushes through the window to me. I breathe in the cool air of a late autumn night. Through my socks, I feel the carpet more than ever before. In the face with the death of my senses seem to worsen. The scent of nearly wilted rose permeates almost pushing in my nose. The substance injected is really against my skin. In the distance a dog barked. A tear dissolves from my chin and falls on my chest. So far I did not notice that I've cried. This must have happened at the thought of my friends. I close my eyes.

fade steps. He has arrived. sounds more relaxed than the clicking of the latch, my whole body. He enters. The door closes.

"My parents?" I ask, surprised at the silence of my voice.

"I'm stunned she." Replies me a rough Voice.

"Good."

My words are little more than a wind that escapes me as I turn around. I open my eyes. He holds the gun loosely in his right hand.

"Are you ready?" He asks, taking a step toward me.

He looks at me with a hard look. I almost feel a trace of scorn in his voice heard.

"Only you can decide you differently."

"I have decided." I respond and not let my eyes are different from his.

"Then kneel down. "

I obey without hesitation. When the cold hits his gun at my temple, I begin to sob. He waits. My thoughts drift. How ironic, how convincing from my abstraction, I think at the moment before my death to a movie. Well, it's not just any movie, it is hardly a touching movie as Innocent Voices, which is related not only with the fact that based on real facts. The knowledge of how much the children have struggled in him for their lives, like most of their battle is lost in comparison with my intended, even desired departure almost unbearable. It seems to me as if I spot her memory. I suppress a chuckle sobbing, I'm so desperate, my honor I will keep.

"Will you change your mind up?"

"No," I breathe, I will. "

My eyes are staring, my mouth open again slightly. That's it. It is the end. I take my last breaths. Move the last time my fingers. My knees hurt from the carpet. I look up to him. He waits. I swallow the last time, letting me fall to my ankles. My hands trembled slightly folded in my lap. Outside, I hear an owl. The last Tear making its way. I turn my eyes away from his face and breathe deeply for the last time. Then I close my eyes. "So be it."

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What do I want? I am afraid the thought of death far. Too bad for the friends, because of the things that I like and those who can make me never. But I "afraid" to forget. I do not mean that I'm afraid. But it would remind me to be against the grain, only by the loved ones. Sure, these would be the process well, "missing, replace forgotten. I want to achieve something. By that I mean no personal success, such as career (although this would certainly nothing negative). What I mean is, make a difference. Whether people wake up to present the grievances of the society to all, some of these are knowing all the politicians to shoot in the head ... to actually do something that I would not necessarily represent myself because I really hate people I do not know to help. But I would bring so not even sorrow and pain? Would the people ripping out their eyelids, their eyes so that they can not be closed before the Wirklichskeit, I would because some not hurt? How many of these weak little man would be the sight of her ugly, stinking heap of errors compared with NS to survive against nature? How many would commit suicide because they can not bear it? And how many people would take refuge in their own world? But even if humanity had no eyelids anymore - they would find accessible explanations for their mistakes. She would always find a positive answer to a nagging question. You could excuse all their inexplicable errors, easy and intuitive.

Mad world ...

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moment ... It was a chain reaction. I am in my misanthropy once again on the Live Journal of ResistantX stumbled. So I let a little. From then threw a short step to 'We kill'em all ". From then on other links and so on and so on. Finally, I devoted the day actually ResistantX. And of course, become sentimental in once again on this RIP-videos. Terrible, what a howling Phase I currently have.
somehow touched me this "Bastian-thing" (I call it only from lack of a more appropriate word so ...) amazing. I can not say if Columbine was equally touching. At that time I was ... 13, 14? I did not so much, although I believed it. I think with such age one is more compassionate, more completely put themselves in other People. Perhaps I Bastian touched so intense. Because he was in Germany, the continent into "my area" and therefore not on another. Because I did not have to translate his resignation letter, because I is more apparent at 16 than it was then at Columbine the case. Sure, over the years understood the message of the Reb and Vodka, with Sturmgeist89 it impressed itself more into me. But while I tend to feel a Sturmgeist89 ... strange admiration, so I just touched Bastian. In Sturmgeist89 I found it a pity that he was not there that I never had the opportunity to talk to him. And at Columbine ... how many times I wished nothing more as a time machine to see it in reality in order to talk to them. If I had tried to dissuade them? No ... no, I do not think so. Had I been warned? Before Dylan's agonizing death? Prior to that, what would happen to their parents? Prior to that, as her friends would be affected? ... I think not. No, I'm almost sure I would have concealed anything. Perhaps I should have reported that they achieved their goals. That after almost nine years ago still speak of them that they were idols to (partially). That their message was understood. Maybe I would have told them about AP ... maybe by the imitators, perhaps from those that they are equal. Yes, perhaps I would have told them that they were glorified by many as gods. As they were dismissed from the crowd, the society as demons. But with all these "maybes" is something clear: I had on 20 April cried. I was standing in front of the school ... depending on them followed. But the tears were flowing down in streams. If I had after her suicide, the force had to return to the present day? Maybe I would have had feelings of guilt ... but I do not think so. They gave so much power. Oh yes, she died a martyr's death. I am not interested, how many say you should not deify them and all other school-goers Massa notch, dies würde nichts bringen: Sie gaben Menschen Kraft, gaben ihnen etwas, für das sie kämpfen konnten. Sie öffneten die Augen vieler. Erzählt mir noch so viel davon, ich solle sie nicht glorifizieren, ich tue es! Und ich bekenne mich dazu! Nich wie viele, welche offiziel "ihre Tat verabscheuen und als unverzeihlich" titulieren. Soll mich LiveJournal bannen oder löschen! Ich stehe dazu! Ich verstehe ihre Tat, ich verstehe ihre Wut und ich verstehe es, dass sie nicht gegen das Rachegefühl ankämpfen
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zu tun. Reb und Vodka waren nicht verzweifelt, sie haben es geplant, bis ins kleinste Detail. Anscheinend zwar nich gut genug, aber sie
wollten revenge. Bastian had to. When he heard her desperation between the lines of the burgeoning hatred. No question, he hated the people and society. But he was desperate. And no one has heard his cry. Sure you can say "Would you geschrauen with me, I would have heard you." Also, I would write this. But close friends heard nothing. As we? He showed the world a face of calm during the struggle within him was burning. I think ... alone for his acting (again excuse the word should not be herabsetztend) you can admire him, we should officially for his actions but not the. RIP

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Humanity - I will have to hardly repeat what I think of it. Interestingly, however, I was just on a pretty high. My hate was a little cool, conquer my trust easily. In other words, my misanthropy set his sights a little. But it is not always the case that follows something like a crash? I'm not angry. I'm not even disappointed. But I'm bitter. It was never my goal to kill my people hate. I did not even have to cool down before him. It was just a nice change to see people in the news without that stale taste in the mouth to have. In this state, almost affection for people was one of them to bruise him. With hammer, hatchet and sword put this person in my vase of acceptance of the human race irreparable damage. The vase is destroyed, right now my lamp. The bitterness is enclosed flowed out and ate the same acid in my heart and my mind. My misanthropy is risen to their sleep. Even though I am told, I would say only. I would think my homophobia not as serious as it really is. Although it is claimed that I am not allowed to call Misanthropin because the hatred is not referring to all the people that made exceptions, all my friends, part of my family and myself. Not matter how many times is called after my pseudo, I know my feelings. I hate you! You, who / which reads you (unless you're somebody I guess ^ ^). I hate all that match my image. But some who deserve to be hated even more. Christians, Muslims, for example. Members of sects such as Jehovah's Witnesses, the dress up at every corner. wag Machos, unpatriotic, alien to her instead of the Swiss flag. And those who claim to be something to outward "cool" to act. People who claim to have the news of Reb, from vodka, or understood by ResistenX Sturmgeist89. Those who dare to take to NS in the mouth, but swallowing drugs at every opportunity would be to life-time Yet. These people, who pretend to hate the company to despise them and punish those with stupidity - but another link in its own object of hatred are. Oh yes, they have earned the hatred really is. My oh-so-great Vasenzerstörerin is such a case. Has apologized afterwards. For what? For the destruction of the vase? Surprises me that they can measure the dimensions of his action at all. Whether she wants to apologize for the bitterness in me. Or whether the excuse is their bright side: The fouling of the memory of Reb, vodka and the others. Did she do this? They apologized for their hate just pretend? A false excuse. you read this, read quietly a comment.


My misanthropy is now pure. She showed me once again why I hate this man Sun I do not condemn even the society, with less debt. It is the nature of man, which I condemn. Not the original nature, not NS, not conservation. The new, invented, oh so wonderful nature of the people I hate. The pursuit of infinity, of immortality. Seizure medication, as it would be a staple now, time and time and more time. , 100, 110 and 150 in twenty years We want to protect nature? But we must die! It's not the CO2, there are not things like Cars and nuclear power plants, which destroy the nature.

We are! We multiply ourselves worse than rats. We cover the whole planet, adapt to any climate and poison any region. We are worse than the plague.

Vasenzerstörerin But is not the only reason my Misanthropieschubs. Ok, actually it is the trigger, but someone else stamped the pieces and read the bitter acid like rain falling on the fiasco. Let's call him ... the insect. Oh, if I started recently with the right to ogle (20% of foreigners in Switzerland! 90% of whom are loyal to their country of origin and Switzerland is only a good place to live. There are also yet all naturalized!), I had never been in violation punks. No, I liked them. Their violence was different than the right, left-wing radicals while lame but kind of interesting. But no more. Fooled me as the first punk ... well, random. Every now and then. But after the insect is clear to me that they all are like that. Loyalty is a foreign word to them. For a little coke to bring to whom, for a shot they sell their Grandmother. Than normal "friend" you are non for it. Maybe a little loyalty to her friend. But for all their loyalty has already been used. They throw you out like you're dirt, and proletarians out how humane they are.

"We just beat up to destroy objects which human rights."
people can damage has mostly been resolved, for which there is a dam * industrialized countries in hospitals? Also: NS! The beat was just not strong enough, not fast enough, not enough inteligente. And they destroy their property, what if the insurance paid nothing? Oh, yes does not matter if the guy is one of the loading from Sozailamt to live, the main thing we were "humane." Ha-ha. Preach anarchy. Anyone with a little common sense knows that anarchy does not work. Sure, I am for anarchy, but the destruction of mankind. In this sense: "tick perish!"

Now I finally. Revenge is sworn revenge is bitter, revenge is beer! BRUM!

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BRUM! This had to be . Was an insider. Ok, not so much have, just a moment Brum phase. Which means that I constantly "buzzing", ie any with a "Brum" comment. One of my numerous phases. But this is not the only phase that has taken possession of me right now. In addition, this fact would have the sadistic phase. I think things like Hostel are known by everyone. This sadistic phase I LOVE this movie. Yep, definitely. * Hand drill to take * addition there again in the Misanthropin me. Down with the humanity! Muhahaha, surrender them to the flames! Burn us all down! There are two possibilities: either I'm serious or otherwise. If you would report me ... I mean it seriously.

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Today is the opening European Championship game. Why do I know? Because ALL it necessary to keep, to remember throughout the day on it. My hatred of football has now increased by 10%. What interests some a soft head, what (women's football is not even mentioned once somewhere! One more reason to hate football.), This little man a bale of any send a field. Sport is generally a waste of time. Practiced less than seen. HELLO? Sports dazed look ... how do you be? If it were a discipline, which themselves do not or can hardly be carried out (such as figure skating) I understand it still so tight. But football can play in every child ...

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is the moment everything topsy-turvy. I would like to make to get to (because I really MUST!) - And it does not do. wash of the simplest things like hair I have to force myself! I will eat all day without even a single time to be hungry. To always weaker cold cough is to completely illogical. I should write some mails for weeks now, take me ever before, but never made. Next Wednesday I shall meet my father again, yay Re (irony). My days herald on to do without. My teeth are always sensitive, my hair matted and lose their luster. At least my nose is finally getting better. It come all the time back to work. My-lost friend is back and I do not care. However, what is the worst would be the real thing with my girlfriend. Yesterday she read my last entry. What I wanted the least! Had I been able, he would have been closed to them. But this is not possible here. And so is the inevitable happened: she is injured. I can not and would not take it amiss. I'm not angry - it can not so anything for my stupidity einzuberechnen that she possibly reads - Or even injured. I'm just so sorry. And I do not know how I can make up for it. I think I can
it does not. It is done. Another scar on the soul. I know any more than I can help it. One of the things they do in the last entry ... it will hurt again be discussed. And again. And again. But how to prevent it does not see it? I can tell her badly, she should not read this and that and the next! But I will not hurt! I think it hurts me as much, they suffer to see how they feel this themselves.

I hope you read this some manner if Wirsch probably would read ... if mol widr schmöker native to mim Journal. But I hope that the Mach Ziit Dene in the conflict. Well ... conflict actuality sized net. You Weischer, wienis mine. Ha I only say no Wöll that tuet mer genuinely sorry. Dassi never never never never Wöll ha! Woni vo the vosteckte Journalitrag gredet ha denne actuality net, so go gohsch were reading. In opposite part, I ha d'considered possible net, that it würdsch do. While I use the other de Itrag gschriebe ha mer manner by short head gears, that the moles were reading wirsch. But I ha demit grächnet that up denne no mind severally least some daily e vogönd, vilicht growth! I dream niemols mer size: lo that on Possible würdsch days go ... It feels sorry for mer alli Schmärze, woni the ready. I know you seisch z'tue it Hätti nüt with mer. I know how you meinsch au. But still ... fühli me guilty. Love me net table, you hättisch Schmärze the net, and you würdsch me love Wennie net net would be so, wienie be. So I'm indiräkt "blame". Tell mer net, it wäri net so, for the net de severally wrote what reason. I want me au net voteidige. I will only Iblick in mini lag geh I see de LIID. And jedesmol, woni know you weinsch, I can mitweine. But jedesmol woni knows that weigh mer weinsch, dies parts e vo mim This World. It regenerates if any resist, such as wound heal and form depending on the scar. I would net that weigh mer weinsch I denne genuine net'd be better. I mean, I love me and everything, but I yield de Cumulative idea that I love öpper woni voursach suffering. And jo, I love us, but mini Liebi manner uf fründschaftlicher basis. But I'd like any more than that if you mer voschwiigsch weinsch. For how could sölli Fettnäpfle umgoh, Wennie ehri position net mark? (Horrible, I now Fascht be at the case ... what must now au grad no One Blood run: '()
I will prepare the wiiterhin grief, wiiterhin Schmärze is vorsache, ohni it z'wölle me and I will jedesmol defu hate. hesch You set me geschter with dim that it is better wäri, Wennie goh overall presentation, net voletzt. You hesch mer only shows how insensitive I be. I dänkt ha net Emol dramatic that mini Awäseheit de schmärze can. I do net know what, you gseit hesch that both de schmärzt - with mer z'schriebe s'sälbige net and do. What do sölli? Söttsch what you do? I think I'll be nonie Sun volore gsi, nonie so uncertain. The Ziit with, sit ego gwüsst ha, ha biforis gwüsst, severally actually for me öppis beautiful gsi. I think I z'schriebe ha nonie sit em Robi Sun druf blankt with öpperm. Net mitm Metal Head, with net mim Bescht Fründ. Nevertheless glichziitig sized e Ziit gsi MI MSN ... are in this e-Ava often schwarzi Flächi gsi manner. And I sit on erschte Mol Wed laptop ha ischs em Hintergrundbild glich ergange. Mi Laptop isch schwarz. Ich weiss net wieso, es isch e Ziit in däre ich nüt vostand, in däre ich Unsicherheit in jedem Bluettropfe vo mer spür, alles vo Unwüsseheit durchtränkt isch. Melancholie stoht hinter jedem Lache voborge. Ich vomiss de, du bisch scho über e halbi Stund z'spot. Villicht kunnsch usem gliche Grund net grad online, us welchem ich in Angscht erzittere. Ich ha kum je so viel Bamel vor eim Online-ko ka, doch ich has sälte so erwartet wie jetzt. Und im Moment hani mega Angscht, dass nüme kunnsch. Dass dini Angscht no grösser isch als mini. 
Ich ka do nüm wiiterschriebe. Ich ha eifach d'Rueh nüm, d'Kraft. Doch glaub mer öppis, brucht it more than that to us z'entzweie vo mer her. Du bisch no more beschti Fründin mini, mini wahri Fründin, I know net what do ohni there. I de fracture. If de frogsch, worumi all no Thurs, wrote a mail as mail hesch du sized private. But e mail ka volore goh. If DI PC crashes when you Tues password voliersch when öpper bi ine the chops. But do, in Journal mim, do severally so long to MI glescht profile. Thurs sized long enough to de vo itrag another hand is eliminated. Thurs sized so long to e vo Serverabsturtz's Live Journal, wave erases everything. Thurs sized Fascht henceforth infinity.

I know to write anything. I feel exhausted, zerstörrt on the ground, crippled and sick unto death. Pains me every fiber of my body, the loneliness is like a monster on me.