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Forgive and forget. ThatÂ’s what they say. ItÂ’s good advice, but itÂ’s not very practical. When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness, old scores are never settledÂ… old wounds never heal. And the most we can hope for, is that one day weÂ’ll be lucky enough to forget.

The truth is you were a bastard. You were, you were mean and stubborn and just a bastard. But you were a bastard who knew what you wanted and you stuck to your guns and you proved that if you want something badly enough, if you're determined enough and appreciative enough eventually it will happen. It will, that gives me hope so thanks for that.

After careful consideration and many sleepless nights, hereÂ’s what I've decided. There's no such thing as a grown-up. We move out, we move away from our families. But the basic insecurities, the fears and all the old wounds just grow up with us. Just when you think life has forced you to truly become an adult, your mother says something like that. We get bigger, taller, older. But, for the most part, we're still a bunch of kids, running around the playground, trying desperately to fit in.

kuin voi olla niin väsyny??? ei jaksa liikkua mihinkään mut töihin on pakko mennä.
alkaa hyytyyn taas.viime maanantain jälkeen seuraava vapaa on ens viikon lauantaina. jaksaa jaksaa. sit on vapaa vloppu!:)
nyt valistautuun.

20min tilityspuhelu<3
kahville jatkaan.

Superstition lies in the space between what we can control and what we can't. Find a penny, pick it up, all day long you'll have good luck. No one wants to pass up a chance for good luck. But does saying it 33 times really help? Is anyone actually listening? Why do we bother doing those strange things? We rely on superstitions because we're smart enough to know we don't have all the answers.. and that life works in mysterious ways. Don't diss the juju, from wherever it comes.

Change; we donÂ’t like it, we fear it, but we can't stop it from coming. We either adapt to change or we get left behind. And it hurts to grow, anybody who tells you it doesnÂ’t is lying. But heres the truth: the more things change, the more they stay the same. And sometimes, oh, sometimes change is good. Oh, sometimes, change is ... everything.

huomenna vielä yks.
auto pitäis siivota noiden juhlien jäljiltä.
ja poistaa ne kaikki promillet verestä joita vielä on...aivan varmasti on!!!
aivan mahtavia vapaita!!:)<3

vedettiin sit kännit ja lähettiin turkuun.
makaronilaatikkoo ja limua krapulaan.
asse oli hyvä oppilas.

How do you know how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love, or too much to ask of someone? When is it all just too much for us to bear?

hyvillä uutisilla alko krapula-aamu.
itkua itkun perään.
mä en halua nähdä sitä päivää kun et enää tunnista meitä.
tulee ikävä.
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