There's a place I must go... There's a place at Moscow
Monday, 9 August 2010
19:46
Not a good day. I guessssss...At least in the morning, it sucked, I won't lie to you.
I wasn't feeling really comfortable, I wasn't quite in the mood for love, he wasn't like the G I like to adore, nothing was feeling right. And, at the top of all, I couldn't study, pay attention to the teachers, or concentrate on anything at all, and God knows it pisses me off.
So, morning sucked. I was robotic, I was with a freaking headache and wanting to throw up and with colics and all the teachers seemed to noticed that I was fucked up that time and looking all weird to me and just... not well. And I know how it pisses me off.
In the afternoon, things got better. Really better. I wasn't so mad (how come it seems that the word mad always comes up when we talk about him? [he does not deserve i right not]) and feeling so tired, my bangs were tied, I changed into something more casual to my crazy self, I was away from him and knew I would not be seeing him anymore today, I was more with my classmates and more with myself. I could study... better. And that was starting to get less agravating and hence, annoying.
THAT'S RIDICULOUS THAT VIOLATES MY PRIVACY MY WELL BEING WHICH MAKES ME HATES THAT MAYBE BECAUSE OF THAT OR MAYBE EVEN more! I HATE THAT AND I CAN'T SAY ANYTHING TO HIM OR TO ANYONE... maybe I can say to someone, but I don't want to, so, screw this shit. FUUUCK, MAN!
Makes me wanna cry, scream, tell people to fuck off. Sorry, but to tell him to fuck off, and at the same time tell him to kiss me, damn, and really mean it. To grab my head, my hair, be indifferent, to be messy and mischievous. And that's really sick of me, like it's a hell of an illness for any woman to want that.
(Okay, acabei de ouvir que alguém tá bem mal... então, vamos cortar o teenage drama.)
Silent wrath, I guess.
A[ssa]ssinando por Pearl's Dream - Bat for Lashes e depois Daniel, ainda Bat for Lashes. Bat for Lashes, ponto.
Now[adays]...I. Dream. Of hope.
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I don't want to, I DON'T FREAKING WANT TO!
I don't know what I want, but it's not this.
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