Ik ben Justina, en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Justinaaa.
Ik ben een vrouw en woon in Anverz (Belgium) en mijn beroep is feestbeest :D.
Ik ben geboren op 19/05/1991 en ben nu dus 32 jaar jong.
Mijn hobby's zijn: alles wa heet sta ;).
Dunno ..
It's a hard life to live, so live it well.
Nothing is impossible*..
05-09-2007
Missing Youu <3
Things will never be the same without you.
What did I do to deserve this I didn't even get one last kiss, from you. Oh baby god took your love from me he needed an angel so it seems I need to feel your hands all over me I need to feel you kissing me I need to feel you holding me I need to feel your touch cause I miss your love so much and I can't keep on living this way I need you here with me Why could he take you away from me it's hard for me to tell you I love you as I'm standing over your grave and I know I'll never hear your voice again Why did you leave me Why couldn't you just stay Because my world is nothing, without you now I don't know what to do with myself I would have given you anything just to make you happy just to hear you say that you love me one last time I'd go to hell over and over again just to prove to you how much I need you here there is nothing that I wouldn't do I'd cry for you I'd lie for you And there's no doubt that if I could take your place in heaven I would die for you yes I will I would rather give up my life and I'll see tears in your eyes I can't stand to see you cry It's hard for me to tell you I love you as I'm standing over your grave and I know I'll ever hear your voice again Why did you leave me why couldn't you just stay because my world is nothing without you now I don't know what to do with myself I just don't know what to do with myself I can't stand looking at those pictures on myself Knowing it was just one week ago I stood there and took that picture There's just one thing that I wanna know Why would god wanna hurt me so bad Does he knows how much it hurts, to be missing you baby, I'm missing you baby, I'm missing you baby I'm missing you I love you God damn it, I love you Why did he take you away from me Cause I love you so I miss you so much baby I just can't go on baby
Raindrops fallin'. I hear you callin'.. In the dark. Maybe, I should rescue you. Maybe, you know the answers to, all of my questions. I don't know the real you, but your brown matches my blue.
*Could you make me happy? Could you give me joy in my life? You got me hooked, and it's worse than it looked. But the fear of drowing in your eyes, doesn't fade.
Can't fall asleep. I'm into deep. The only thing that matters now, is you. Why do I love you. What if I don't want to. Is it all meant to be. Are you the one to set me free.
* The fear of drowning in your eyes, doesn't fade....
I asked you if you liked me. You said no. I asked you if I was pretty. You said no. I asked you if I was in your heart. You said no. I asked you if you would cry if I walked away. You said no.
So I walked away, You grabbed my arm and said, I don't like you, I love you. You're not pretty, you are beautiful. You're not in my heart, you are my heart. And I wouldn't cry if you walked away, I would die.
It's killing me, the thing that I don't dare to say to you. I just can't. Now I feel like a faillure. Why did I ever let you go. I've just realised I miss you, now that you're gone. I miss you and I think I fell in love with you. You are Amazing, but I don't deserve you.
Liefde. Gewoon een woord of zo veel meer? Voor mij is liefde niet meer dan een woord. Verliefdheid.. Kan.. Liefde? Nog nooit tegengekomen. Komt iedereen De Liefde wel tegen? Misschien als je er in gelooft, ja, dan wel misschien. Maar hoe vind je de ware Liefde? ..Die zoek je niet. Die vind zijn eigen weg. Dat noemt men het lot. Dat is één van de weinige dingen waar ik in geloof. Stel je nuvoor dat mijn Ware Liefde voor de deur staat. Onmogelijk? Waarom is dat onmogelijk? Was iemand bellen vanuit Belgie naar America een paar honderd jaar ook niet onmogelijk? Alles is mogelijk. Ik wijk vaak af van onderwerp. Stel je voor moest een gesprek heel de tijd over één onderwerp gaan, zou dat niet saai zijn? De Liefde. Ooit zal ze komen. Als haar tijd er rijp voor is. Morgen? Volgende week? Over 20jaar? Dat weet men niet.
