Like WOW, a mai trecut un an. Cum si cand, nici nu realizez. Sincer acum, timpu` a trecut foarte repede, si nu pot sa spun ca am profitat de el.
Tot timpul a fost about him. M-am concentrat numai pe el. N-am facut nimic pentru mine. Insa nu e paguba. Stiu k asta nu se va schimba ever, si k el o sa fie mereu number one in my life, si k intotdeauna am sa las totul la o parte pentru el.
Asa, bun, am terminat cu asta.
Decembrie a fost o luna de nebunie. Multe party`uri, mult frig si mult... ceva.
Am fost prin Campina cu Bro, am dansat, am ras, ne-am facut new friends. A fost suuuuper, si chiar ma bucur k am facut si eu o chestie noua. [pe care am sa continui sa o fac]
Regrete pe 2011? Nu. N`am eu regrete, chiar deloc. I live it to the fullest, and I don't really give a fuck.
It's my life and it's now or never, deci n`am timp sa ma plang pentru k am facut greseli.
Da, am facut multe, dar nu`mi pare rau. Si nici n`o sa imi para. Pentru k timpul trece mult prea repede k sa am pareri de rau.
+ de asta, we only live once.
Da, cik sa sciu pe blog... N-am nici inspiratie.
In fine.
Bye.
January 2, 2012
November 22, 2011
I say.
Selfish motherfucking fuckers you people are. Well, some of you...
It's obvious, and I'm already sick of your bullshit, and of your fucking wicked ways of fucking things up for me.
Thank you, fuck you. You can just burn in the deepest hole of Hell for all I care.
"I am your friend, you know you can tell me everything. I'll be there if you ever need someone to talk to." Really bitch, really? When?! Fuck you, and your fucking lies and your fucking self and everything about you.
I hate you people, oh my God, I really do. I wish I could send you all to an island or something, then set fire and watch you burn.
I knew humans are filthy and retarded, therefore I call myself an animal. I'm not human like you all. I don't think with my ass, and I don't go around selling lies and I don't say shit just for the sake of it.
How the fuck and when have you become like this?!
Fucking fuck. And when I think I almost believed that there's something good in humanity, I've been proven there's not. All that exists is hate, rage, fury, anger and selfishness.
Die already? Thanks, much appreciated.
Call me a bitch, call me whatever the fuck floats your boats, I don't really give a flying shit, even though I could enjoy the view of a shit on you.
I wish I could puke acid on your faces. Maybe like that, the mask will fall and you'll look in the mirror and see the real you I already see.
Before you point the fucking finger or open your mouth, take a fucking look at yourself.
Heartless, yes I am. Fucked in the head, I am also this. But so what?
At least I'm honest. I don't lie, I don't fake and I'm not predending being something I am not.
Grow some balls already and do something with your goddamned life, but wait. You can't and you will never be able to, because there's nothing left of you anymore.
Cunts.
It's obvious, and I'm already sick of your bullshit, and of your fucking wicked ways of fucking things up for me.
Thank you, fuck you. You can just burn in the deepest hole of Hell for all I care.
"I am your friend, you know you can tell me everything. I'll be there if you ever need someone to talk to." Really bitch, really? When?! Fuck you, and your fucking lies and your fucking self and everything about you.
I hate you people, oh my God, I really do. I wish I could send you all to an island or something, then set fire and watch you burn.
I knew humans are filthy and retarded, therefore I call myself an animal. I'm not human like you all. I don't think with my ass, and I don't go around selling lies and I don't say shit just for the sake of it.
How the fuck and when have you become like this?!
Fucking fuck. And when I think I almost believed that there's something good in humanity, I've been proven there's not. All that exists is hate, rage, fury, anger and selfishness.
Die already? Thanks, much appreciated.
Call me a bitch, call me whatever the fuck floats your boats, I don't really give a flying shit, even though I could enjoy the view of a shit on you.
I wish I could puke acid on your faces. Maybe like that, the mask will fall and you'll look in the mirror and see the real you I already see.
Before you point the fucking finger or open your mouth, take a fucking look at yourself.
Heartless, yes I am. Fucked in the head, I am also this. But so what?
At least I'm honest. I don't lie, I don't fake and I'm not predending being something I am not.
Grow some balls already and do something with your goddamned life, but wait. You can't and you will never be able to, because there's nothing left of you anymore.
Cunts.
November 11, 2011
I should... or I should not.
Okay, so this is... weird enough for you guys? I mean... Everyone's being depressed. Like, it's a trend now to fake depression. I wonder, and my little brain does too, HOW AND WHY THE FUCK?! Does anyone of there wannabe depressed knows what's like? Does they know how the fuck it is to want to die, and because it's not possible, in most of the cases, self-harm until end up in coma?
No. You're all so fucking retarded twats. Like those girls, who're not bulimic, but they think they're fat, and they're bone-skinny. I'll tell you something. I'm anorexic and it fucking sucks. It's not something nice or pretty. I can't gain weight and it's a torture. Not being able to eat means loads of stuff. Means you're skin is dry, your hair is falling, your mood is fucking low. Lack of vitamins is not good, but what you know. Nothing, you don't know shit about this. You starve yourself, just for the love of doing it and trying to be something that you're not.
For crying out loud, STOP IT.
And stop saying you're bipolar, and that you suffer of maniac depression or schizophrenia. You know only what you've read on Internet about that. You don't know how it feels, and you don't know how the people having it suffer and hurt.
Stop being so immature, and just be who you are.
IT IS WRONG.
/rant over.
No. You're all so fucking retarded twats. Like those girls, who're not bulimic, but they think they're fat, and they're bone-skinny. I'll tell you something. I'm anorexic and it fucking sucks. It's not something nice or pretty. I can't gain weight and it's a torture. Not being able to eat means loads of stuff. Means you're skin is dry, your hair is falling, your mood is fucking low. Lack of vitamins is not good, but what you know. Nothing, you don't know shit about this. You starve yourself, just for the love of doing it and trying to be something that you're not.
For crying out loud, STOP IT.
And stop saying you're bipolar, and that you suffer of maniac depression or schizophrenia. You know only what you've read on Internet about that. You don't know how it feels, and you don't know how the people having it suffer and hurt.
Stop being so immature, and just be who you are.
IT IS WRONG.
/rant over.
November 1, 2011
I set fire to the rain...†
Is too early for wrinkles and tears. We grow old feeding up with thoughts every night. Too early to miss those whispers that were soothing your wounds, your soul.
Is just too early to have so much things going on, that you just start to cry and kneel when it's too heavy to bear it all alone; to fall into something deep, and have nowhere to run to, have those damned days when life's nothing to you. Is too early to have all those things taken from you, too early to think big... Early to end it. Early to feel alone. Early too say goodbye from those you love, in pain... Too early to have no words to speak. Early to have beautiful moments only when you remember them.
Too early to feel tired at such a young age...And wishing for so many years but never to get it, to be stressed while clenching your teeth because you need to shut up.
To ask yourself if everything is what it seems or your're just lying to yourself...?
Too early to lose faith because of the humility, to believe nothing and nobody, ain't it hard already? Because when no-one forgives you, there's God to.
Is too early to live without safety, what you can't buy, to put in the balance...?
Without any arrogance, forget about everything. Forget what they've said, you've got a goal.
Is too early to wake too early, to be always storm in your soul whatever weather... Everything around you to feel so hollow, because honestly.. I wish I'd feel this later.
It's my life, these are my nightmares. I'm trying to wake to get rid of them, to breathe gentle, to feel that time goes by for me...
You know... Sometimes there's just too many coming. One after another and we can't deal with them anymore. It seems that what's bad comes too early and too fast, and what's good lasts only for a short while...
Is just too early to have so much things going on, that you just start to cry and kneel when it's too heavy to bear it all alone; to fall into something deep, and have nowhere to run to, have those damned days when life's nothing to you. Is too early to have all those things taken from you, too early to think big... Early to end it. Early to feel alone. Early too say goodbye from those you love, in pain... Too early to have no words to speak. Early to have beautiful moments only when you remember them.
Too early to feel tired at such a young age...And wishing for so many years but never to get it, to be stressed while clenching your teeth because you need to shut up.
To ask yourself if everything is what it seems or your're just lying to yourself...?
Too early to lose faith because of the humility, to believe nothing and nobody, ain't it hard already? Because when no-one forgives you, there's God to.
Is too early to live without safety, what you can't buy, to put in the balance...?
Without any arrogance, forget about everything. Forget what they've said, you've got a goal.
Is too early to wake too early, to be always storm in your soul whatever weather... Everything around you to feel so hollow, because honestly.. I wish I'd feel this later.
It's my life, these are my nightmares. I'm trying to wake to get rid of them, to breathe gentle, to feel that time goes by for me...
You know... Sometimes there's just too many coming. One after another and we can't deal with them anymore. It seems that what's bad comes too early and too fast, and what's good lasts only for a short while...
October 31, 2011
Am timp?
Ce, cum, cand, unde, de ce?
Nu stiu, nu stiu, nu stiu, nu stiu, nu stiu.
Simple as that. E ciudat, dar devine o rutina. Same place, same time. Numai ca iarna a dat totul peste cap... Nu mai sunt nopti pierdute prin Tineretului, sau prin Romana... Nu mai sunt tantari... Nu mai sunt imbratisari. Si au disparut zambetele de pe fetele tuturor. Vara a trecut, si cu ea trecut si timpul, si toate chestiile obisnuite... S-au risipit clipele frumoase si sansele.
Acum, timpul trece greu, si trist. Si nimeni nu mai are chef.
In asteptarea Soarelui, vor fii multe alte heart breaks si multe alte sperante... Acum, vor fii numai what ifs`uri.
Dar.. zambeste.
Whatever.
Si asa, pentru ca imi place mie si pentru ca trebuie...
Nu stiu, nu stiu, nu stiu, nu stiu, nu stiu.
Simple as that. E ciudat, dar devine o rutina. Same place, same time. Numai ca iarna a dat totul peste cap... Nu mai sunt nopti pierdute prin Tineretului, sau prin Romana... Nu mai sunt tantari... Nu mai sunt imbratisari. Si au disparut zambetele de pe fetele tuturor. Vara a trecut, si cu ea trecut si timpul, si toate chestiile obisnuite... S-au risipit clipele frumoase si sansele.
Acum, timpul trece greu, si trist. Si nimeni nu mai are chef.
In asteptarea Soarelui, vor fii multe alte heart breaks si multe alte sperante... Acum, vor fii numai what ifs`uri.
Dar.. zambeste.
Whatever.
Si asa, pentru ca imi place mie si pentru ca trebuie...
~ baby you light up my world like nobody else ♥ .! ~
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