Have sex with me. Please? Now wouldn't THAT be amazing. No strings attached, anyone?

Some weird things happened today. I stared at people, looked into someone's eyes. I somewhat recall they were hazel, but I can't be sure. No, I must be sure, because for a moment it felt as if it was my dream again; those same eyes but on my dream they were someone else's. In a dream they were Tom's eyes. Strange, huh?
...and I say "someone's" because I don't know who is reading this and who is not.

And then there's this one whose eyes and smirk are Draco Malfoy's.

So I today met both, Tom Kaulitz and Draco Malfoy. Or at least Tom's eyes and Draco's eyes and smirk.

Amazing. I've got three comments on my horrible fic at Negative's official forum! I'm so going to win the stupid competition.

Yesterday I begged someone to hold me and to be tender. Today I beg someone to be cruel. Strange, huh? I'd feel sorry for my girlfriend if I had one.

I want to feel pain. Hurt me, for real. Hit me. Slash me. I need it. At the moment, I don't feel alive. It's like my life's happening in front of me but I'm not in control. And...probably I'll feel more alive if someone hits me or slashes me. So, come on, hit me.

...I've been listening to the new Nightwish album recently. First I didn't like Anette's voice at all, but nowadays I love it. I love her voice. I like it way more than Tarja's. Her voice was way too cold compared to Anette's.
So, to all those who say they hate the new Nightwish: Go fuck yourselves. Anette rocks. (and besides, she's hotter than Tarja)

For real. Hit me. Slash me. Scare me. Anything. JUST - MAKE - ME - FEEL - FUCKING - SOMETHING. Do I make myself clear?

I should stop loving her, I really should. It's killing me, day by day, just to see her walk pass, not being able to say "hi" or to touch her face. I just wish I was able to touch her the way I want to. I want to feel her! It's so bloody weird to feel this urge to be close to someone. It hurts, it fucking hurts.

Hold me, someone? Anyone?

It's so humiliating to feel the need to be loved. Or I don't know if it's really humiliating. It's just...strange. I don't like to be weak. That's why I never want to tell anyone about this feeling.

Anonymous blog, don't we all just love them?

I'd love to know if someone actually has found this crappy thing.