Today is my birthday

"well if you're looking for love, honey I'm tougher than the rest"
"so if you're ready now for love, honey I'm tougher than the rest"

"Rosalita, jump a little lighter"
My name's not Rosalita
(except I look like a spanish girl)
but I wish I was a Bruce Springsteen's song.

I'm full of doubts right now.
I feel like speaking German (...) and I'd like my hair as brow as it used to be because I feel like I'm getting lighter (don't know if someone'll understand). I want to leave somewhere in America.
I want to leave at all.

WINTER SUCKS.