opinia unui presh obosit... .

Cand luam o nota proasta, era pentru ca mi-au pus-o in catalog.
Cand luam o nota buna, era pentru ca am stiut.
Notiunea de autoevaluare este un mister…intotdeauna ne evalueaza altii si intotdeauna o fac prost…
Marea descoperire a venit in ziua in care am stiut ca nota aia proasta tot eu am luat-o pentru ca NU am stiut si ca nota aia buna am luat-o pentru ca am stiut ce ma intreaba.
Dar asta nu are nicio relevanta...nu? :)

deranjeaza de fapt pretul care ne costa de fiecare data cand trebuie sa recunoastem raul pe care il facem...il platim cu scuze de 2 lei...eu cred ca valoreaza un adevar mai scump dar scuza e mai ieftina...deh, criza...

Asa ca, dragii mei prieteni, imi pare rau pentru:
momentele false, erau din lasitate (putinele momente false)
toate zilele in care nu v-am cautat (nici voi pe mine)
toate datile in care am promis ca nu voi spune nimanui ce-mi povesteati (...pana ajung acasa)
toate datile in care am vorbit de rau despre voi (si voi m-ati vorbit de rau)
toate datile in care v-am scanat de sus in jos, si nu invers (era pentru ca si voi faceati acelasi lucru)
toate datile in care m-am “bucurat” pentru succesele voastre (si voi mureati de ciuda cand imi mergea mie bine, si voua nu)
toate datile in care v-am spionat profilele sociale sa vad ce mai faceti, in schimb sa va sun..(da’ ce? Pe mine ma suna cineva?)
toate datile in care mi-ati cerut ajutorul si am taraganat-o pana cand v-ati ajutat singuri
si imi mai pare rau pentru toate barfele vomitate in sens direct sau contrariu (cine nu barfeste?)
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Imi pare rau! Pentru tot!
Eu stiu cel mai bine cine sunt...in toata singuratatea mai sus explicata..
Eu ma inteleg cel mai bine si nu am nevoie de sfaturile nimanui, dar astept un telefon macar.
Si sunt aici pentru tine oricand vei avea nevoie de mine (numai si numai daca nu trebuie sa ma trezesc de dimineata si sa-ti dau haine cu imprumut)
Si daca ai nevoie de bani, mai bine sa nu imi ceri...ma costa hmmmmmmmmmmult, pana si o scuza de doi lei e prea mult pentru mine!

Si intrebarea mea este: ce dracului facem?!

Prietenia nu exista...nici intelegerea, nici compasiunea, nici rabdarea, nici ajutorul, nici dragostea, nici dorul...toate curvele astea de treaba s-au dus si ele dracului!
Am ramas cu nepretuita scuza, vorbele aruncate aiurea, singuratatea, mila, graba, uitarea, ura, furia, invidia, saracia, factura de telefon...ooooh, si sa nu uitam de minciuna, nerecunostinta, egoism, parsivitatea... ce mai...halal bordel de curve de lux ca sunt la mare pret in ziua de azi si cu cat le colectionam, cu atat mai bine, valorile de refugiu sunt scaparea in timp de criza!

Si ne intrebam uneori...oare cine-mi este prieten cu adevarat?
Si eu imi spun mereu...oare cine oi fi eu cu adevarat si daca sunt, atunci pentru cine? Si daca sunt pentru cineva, el/ea o sti asta?


Si iar ma supar...mie imi pare rau si sunt dispusa sa ma schimb, dar si tu trebuie sa te schimbi!

Ce puii mei e cacatul asta ieftin???!!!
Doar atat meritam de la viata? Pe bune alegem sa fim atttat de penibili?
Nu vreau sa aud nimic, nu vreau nimic!!!

Si daca ai ceva de comentat, te rog din sufletul meu asta corupt si slab , da mai mult de 2 lei pe mine, incearca sa-mi platesti un adevar un pic mai scump la pret!
Si daca nu poti nici atat, lasa-ma in pacea mea!

Toata aceasta sarada ma face sa plang si mi s-a luat sa ma tarasc pe jos de fiecare data cand mi-e dor... :((

Not in the morning...

I don’t like you. I don’t like the way you talk, move, act, scream, smell; dress like…i don’t like you at all. Now, why should I waste my time with you? Because there is a society who says I should be nice to you? Being false would make me a nice person…why would I even be false when I want nothing to do with you? Don’t even talk to me…your words stench so much I get sick… don’t sit next to me! Your presence sucks up all my energy…forget my contact email, phone number, address…you don’t know me and you never will. I don’t want to share my life with you…it’s too short anyway; I’d rather spend it with people I care about. What?! You think this is bollocks?! Nobody has ever been so honest to you? Well, I don’t know why I shouldn’t…I have the least interest in this world to lie to you…cuz when I lie I do it to protect my beloved…I don’t even want to waste my hate on you cuz you don’t deserve it…when you lie you do it to make up a life you’ll never have…hurting all around you…your life is a lie…you’re just like a bacteria resistant to antibiotics.

I hate it when my cell phone company wakes me up with their stupid offers!

If I wanted any,

I would’ve called!!!

Introduction into Mary's bumblefuck

One of the hardest parts in this life is the moment of taking a decision. Fuck i hate it…
How will i ever know if I made the right choice…took the right way…how this will affect me and the others …there SOOOO many options…maybe they’re too many, maybe this huge pile of options cut down my breath and I’d better hedge it to the less possible…yeah…more oxygen to think now…
but will I be comfortable?
Is it gonna be alright?
What if I regret it later?
What if I change my mind on the way?
What if I overreact on the importance of it?
WHY IS IT ME WHO HAS TO DO THIS???
Uffffffff…this is what goes through my mind every fucking morning after the shower:
what am I gonna wear today, Lord?

Morning motivation

I check myself in the mirror and love to see the same wicked smile as of every morning.
I enjoy this.
I see many thoughts losing track.
I see ideas…mostly bad ideas…rush, impulsivity, fury, fire put off by water but still holding on…to tears, stench of mint, I see a naked body smelling terribly of morning…I see…I see an arm and a toothbrush with some white creamy kinda stuff on it, well…almost gross. Hell yeah.
But it’s just me brushing my teeth. This is another day of all the days remaining. But I like it. Stupidly, I see more than just a habit, this is my every day’s ritual.
I love brushing my teeth naked! …and the smell of fresh perfumed skin on an intelligent guy.