So take your empty words, your broken promises, and all the time you stole.

Why am I scared? What am I afraid of? I don't even know.
This story never had an end. I've been waiting, I've been searching, I've been hoping, I've been dreaming you would come back. But I know the ending of this story. You're never coming back. Never!
Good Charlotte - Predictable

Tokyo.

Strange.

No recuerdo cómo se llama eso que se usa para hacer que el pan se ponga dorado y crujiente. Creo que empieza con una Z (¿?).

Da igual lo que digan; se me está yendo la olla.

Por otra parte, tengo la suerte de recordar cómo se dice << la vida es una mierda >>.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

No. Hoy no está el jodido horno para bollos. Así que no lo calentéis más porque al final no va a ser el horno lo que estalle, va a ser la cocina entera.

Bournemouth, 2010 :)

Oh, when I look back now... That summer seemed to last forever. And if I had the choice,yeah, I'd always wanna be there. Those were the best days of my life!

Bowling For Soup - Summer of '69