poniedziałek, 24 maja 2010

Mommy, please don't cry. I can't talk with you when you cry, now i need to focus on school and my future and stop thinking about what i've done. I hope that you will done with drinking because it's the main reason of my escape from house. To not looking what you and your husband doning with your life, it makes me mad. I couldn't think about anything else. If you want to know, i'm not feeling here good, because you're not here with me. But I can not live with you because your husband doesn't understand what was happening to me when i see you're killing yourselves. Maybe I do not understand what is happening in the company, in the home, but I understand perfectly that alcohol does not helps you, it buried alive everything what you've got with no possibility of retreat, like me not with you. I do not want to burden you by any guilt for what happened, I just ask you to think about all things which happend in last year, and try to see what i saw whan you was drunk.

niedziela, 9 maja 2010

Firstly : to get the ideal


Leave my naive heart!

Sorry for being an annoying bitch, and for stalking your girlfriend. But i'm completly and with no doubt in love with you. That's my best excuse ...

I dreamed about you last night. You were so drunk and you said that you still want me so badly. And then i woke up. That was most horrible night in last few months.
I don't really want you back. I just want rest in peace in my own soltitude. I'm so angry that you still making me so crazy when you are near me.

So yes. This is my last decision. Leave me alone. You should disappear for me and my naive heart. That way will be the best way ever in my whole fucking short life.

piątek, 7 maja 2010

Never forget

I will always remember that what counts and what will count. I swear I will never forget and adhere to what i promised to myself. From now, for ever I will always be who i always wanted to be. I'll achieve my aim with any cost.

czwartek, 6 maja 2010

Little bit crazy

A new chapter of completely new life? Yeah, would like to. Would like to forget, to turn away from what it was and run as fast as possible, but it is not possible. Past ran as fast as me, bah! Sometimes even faster. Ahead of me and in the in the least expected time falls on me at the crossroads, on the bus, on the market. I hate this sense of humor. Can't i really live like a normal eighteen?. Oh, throughout this period of time I became a mature person to not be able to keep calm and be ike i should be . Why is the age of eighteen years is the age of maturity while I do not feel mature with what has happened in the past and what probably will happen in the near future. Again, I go where I should not have to go and then I can be sure that past wait there for me and will be to return with redoubled force.
Totally irresponsible, thoughtless and terribly immature woman with a awful past on her backpack.
Cool, just wait until someone finds me as insane and sent to a psychiatris. They will find 876788676632 phobia, even more problems and I in all this, not with the reasons for mental status, and the throng of diseases. And me, in all of these problems gonna get crazy as soon as it possible. Then you could call me madman.
Hey! Do you like that feeling when someone still salking you and can not stop. Something like a hamster in a spinning wheel, but that a hundred times more, and a hundred times faster. Me neither. Also, get off me and take care of your own live because it is much more crushed than mine.

Full of hope and of sound mind.