Osj, I got a phonecall this morning with the fantastic news that I got the job that I appled for:D
I'm gonna be working for a phone company called Netcom, my job is to help pepole that have problems with their phoes and such.
Not the most fancy job, but it's a start and it pays good too;)
So in for that ocation I had to put together a little Ville pics spam. Under the cut;) credits are even on the photo or in the file name when you save the picture.

¨All is lost in this war
And all we can do is to wail and weep to the saddest song
Sleepwalking past hope¨
By Ville Valo

I hate my life, I'm so sick of it all, I don't know what to do anymore.
I need to find a job, but finding a job when you live in such a small place that I do, is hopeless.
I do very much indeed want to move away from here, I hate this place it's nothing to do here.
I'm nobody as long as I live here, I want to work as an artist but that is hard too.
My life and love is art, but right now I'm to depressed to even paint. I can hardly get out of bed in the morning.
I'm 2 seconds from jumping down from the nearest bridge, 2 seconds from ending it all.
I've nothing to live for, I'm just a useless piece in a puzzle, the piece that won't fit.
I'm 2 seconds from suicide, and that is all I'm

 Here they are, you'll find the other albums in the margin to the left;)
http://s162.photobucket.com/albums/t243/annki89/Ruisrock%202008/

She ran, oh yes she ran, 
fast into the forrest, 
to get away from her life, 
from herself, 
from everything. 
She had fucked it up so bad this time, 
she had let her family down so bad. 
She did not dare to look them in the eye anymore. 
She felt like dying, 
but she did not have the strenght to do that eigther.
She was nothing, 
no one, 
just a girl who owed pepole a lot of money, 
and had no clue of her life what so ever, she was torn. 
All she needed was to get away, escape it all. 
She was a coward, that is exacly what she was, a fucking coward. 
She stumbled, and fell as she ran, crying her her heart out. 
She had felt useless her whole life, 
no one needed her, 
no one would know if she dissapperd. 
Only the pepole she owed things.
She came to a lake. 
How suitable she thought. 
She sat down by the wateredge for a second thinking, 
and then she made the decision, 
the last decision she would ever make. 
She put rocks in her pockets, 
filled them up until she could barely walk. 
She stumbled out in the water, 
stumbled until she had water to her chin, 
and ducked her head under, 
and then she was no more. 
The world had lost another one of it's meaningless souls....