Waiters gonna wait

Post-boala. Amigdalita atat de rea cum nu doresc nimanui sa aiba.
Oboseala fizica si emotionala.

Sunt miliarde de oameni pe planeta. Se spune ca, undeva, printre acestia se afla cineva perfect pt tine, insa este improbabil sa il intalnesti.

Am aproape 17 ani, sunt tanara si inca nu am trecut prin destule. Ma uit in jurul meu si vad fete de liceu care se poarta de parca au atata experienta de viata incat sunt capabile sa faca afirmatii de genul: "o sa mor singura", "nimeni nu ma va vrea vreodata", "nu am sa mai am parte de cineva ca el(fostul)" etc. Nu! Eu inca ma consider mult prea "mica" pt asemenea concluzii. Abia am pasit pe acest drum al sentimentelor. De acum incolo incepem sa ne formam treptat ca personalitati emotionale. De acum incolo vom vedea ce vrem de la o relatie, de la un om, ce suntem in stare sa dam, ce ne place sa auzim, sa zicem, ce compromisuri suntem dispusi sa facem, ce ne face sa iubim si sa ne simtim iubiti. Fostul te-a dezamagit? Un sut in cur e un pas inainte. Doare ca dracu'? Ce nu te omoara...

Imi permit sa vorbesc despre asta atat cat imi permite nivelul meu de experienta. Stiu ca mai tarziu lucrurile vor fi mult mai complicate decat sunt in iubirile astea din adolescenta.

Eu ma gandesc altfel. Eu il astept. Poate nu va fi el acel mr. Perfect de care ziceam mai devreme, dar va fi tot ce voi avea nevoie atunci. Cu fiecare dezamagire ma gandesc ca "sigur va fi unul care merita si apreciaza mai mult, de ce sa ma las distrusa acum?".

Pt ca eu cred ca am atata iubire in mine care asteapta sa fie data, incat atunci cand va sosi momentul si omul, va fi meritat.

What's worth having, it's worth waiting for.
Chiar daca urasc sa astept. Nu am de ales. Am doar timp pt ca e inca devreme.

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Imi pare rau. Imi vine sa explodez de atatea lucruri pe care le-am strans. Si sunt atat de confuza ca parca am vata de zahar in loc de creier.

Stiu ca tu, Z, mi-ai tras clapa de 6 ori pt ca eu te-am refuzat de 2 ori. Ca ma urasti pt ca eu nu te-am placut de la inceput. Ca nu-mi raspunzi pt ca eu obisnuiam sa te evit. Ca imi faci in ciuda pt ca eu ti-am zis ca nu esti singurul pt mine. Dar nu-mi frange inima pt ca eu nu ti-am facut asta niciodata, si nici nu as face-o daca as avea ocazia.

Tu, A, vei fi mereu ceva pt mine. Prieten, dusman, frate, complice, sofer, vecin, orice. Deja o stiu, cat timp voi trai, tu vei avea un rol in viata mea, indiferent de loc, timp, circumstante. Ma leaga ceva de tine, sunt sigura, nu stiu daca tu crezi acelasi lucru, dar sper sa fie asa.

Esti un iresponsabil, T. Unde iti era capul cand m-ai bagat in asta? Trebuia sa fii responsabil pt sentimentele astea pe care ti le port, din nou. Acum e mai bine ca atunci, stiu ca si tu crezi asta, dar chiar asa sa fim iar copii si sa ne asumam riscul sau, ca ultima oara, sa ne ascundem unul de altul si de restul?

Iar tu, M... ce dracu mai astepti? Eu si tu si un pat sau masa sau podea sau perete sau ceva orice doar hai odata!

I need something, i just don't know what it is and who has it.

So far

Stiu ca nu sta nimeni sa citeasca toate prostiile astea, dar mie imi place sa-mi pierd timpul.

"Bold what applies to you"

I have more than 2 piercings.

I have piercings in places besides my ears.

I have freckles.

I’ve sworn at my parents

I’ve run away from home.

I’ve been kicked out of the house.

I have a sibling less than one year old.

I want to have kids someday.

I’m in school/college.

I have a job.

I’ve fallen asleep at work/school.

I almost always do/did my homework.

I’ve missed a week or more of school.

I failed more than 1 class last year.

I’ve stolen something from my job.

I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a spoken conversation.

Disney movies still make me cry.

I’ve snorted while laughing.

I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried.

I’ve glued my hand to something.

I’ve had my pants rip in public.

I was born with a disease/impairment/disability.

I’ve gotten stitches/staples.

I’ve broken or sprained a bone.

I’ve had my tonsils removed.

I’ve sat in a doctor’s office/emergency room with a friend.

I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed.

I had a serious surgery.

I’ve had chicken pox.

I’ve had measles.

I’ve driven over 200 miles in one day.

I’ve been on a plane.

I’ve been to Canada.

I’ve been to Mexico.

I’ve been to Niagara Falls.

I’ve been to Japan.

I’ve celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.

I’ve been to Europe.

I’ve been to Africa.

I’ve gotten lost in my city.

I’ve seen a shooting star.

I’ve wished on a shooting star.

I’ve seen a meteor shower.

I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas.

I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator.

I’ve kicked a guy where it hurts.

I’ve been to a casino.

I’ve been skydiving.

I’ve gone skinny dipping.

I’ve played spin the bottle.

I’ve drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour

I’ve crashed a car.

I’ve been skiing.

I’ve been in a play.

I’ve met someone in person from Tumblr

I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue.

I’ve seen the Northern lights.

I’ve sat on a roof top at night.

I’ve played chicken.

I’ve played a prank on someone.

I’ve ridden in a taxi.

I’ve seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show

I’ve eaten sushi.

I’ve been snowboarding.

I’m single.

I’m in a relationship.

I’m engaged.

I’m married.

I’ve gone on a blind date.

I’ve been the dumped more than the dumper.

I miss someone right now.

I have a fear of abandonment.

I’ve gotten divorced.

I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.

I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.

I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.

I’ve kept something from a past relationship.

I’ve had a crush on someone of the same sex.

I’ve had a crush on a teacher.

I am a cuddler.

I’ve been kissed in the rain.

I’ve hugged a stranger.

I have kissed a stranger.

I’ve done something I promised someone else I wouldn’t

I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t.

I’ve sneaked out of my house.

I have lied to my parents about where I am.

I am keeping a secret from the world.

I’ve cheated while playing a game.

I’ve cheated on a test.

I’ve run a red light.

I’ve been suspended from school.

I’ve witnessed a crime.

I’ve been in a fist fight.

I’ve been arrested.

I’ve consumed alcohol.

I regularly drink.

I’ve passed out from drinking.

I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.

I’ve taken pain killers when I didn’t need them.

I’ve eaten shrooms.

I’ve popped E.

I’ve inhaled Nitrous.

I’ve done hard drugs.

I have cough drops when I’m not sick.

I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.

I shut others out when I’m depressed.

I take/have taken anti-depressants.

I have been anorexic or bulimic.

I’ve slept an entire day when I didn’t need it.

I’ve hurt myself on purpose.

I’ve woken up crying.

I’m afraid of dying.

I hate funerals.

I’ve seen someone die

Someone close to me has committed suicide/attempted to.

I’ve planned my own suicide.

I’ve attempted suicide.

I’ve thought about suicide.

I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

I own over 5 rap CDs.

I own an iPod or MP3 player.

I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga

I own multiple designer purses.

I own something from Hot Topic.

I own something from Pac Sun.

I collect comic books.

I own something from Gap.

I like girls

I like guys

I’ve been close to being homeless

I’ve had someone close to me die.

I’ve been in more then one Near Death Experience

I have smoked weed

I have been accused of something that I never did.

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Am nevoie de ceva nou. Pe blogul asta, gen.

Shalalalaaa.

Lasa mere verzi, ochelari de soare, barfe, Dunhill blue, seminte (ca pe maidaaaaaan) , si celelalte prostii care te deranjeaza. Tre' sa dau si din maini sau cum? :))

Vine primavaraaaaaa! fuckyeah

Mai sunt 2 saptamani pana caaaaaaand... wait for it.... London! :D

♫ i want youuu... to take me out ♫ \:D/

What the fuck?

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Frate.

Am început sa detest blogurile cu tema "How to be a hipster"/"What hipsters love". Ascultă asta, fă aia, poartă aia, fute aia, mergi acolo, urmăreste alea, blahblah.

Gen... o parte din a fi hipster implică să NU te iei după toate prostiile astea "mainstream". Așa că sunt cam în zadar aceste tutoriale.

Și oricum... hipstereala nu se învață... Se știe ;)

"El" știe :P

(nu e destul de obscur, dar me gusta)
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