Tuesday, March 27
hai și caută.
Sunday, March 25
Saturday, March 24
We have to let each other go otherwise we'll suffocate, yes, suffocate! I like using that word. It makes me feel empowered and, well, bitchy.
Dă-mă la o parte așa cum știi tu cel mai bine. Aruncă-mă la gunoi și apoi strigă după mine cu disperare. Elimină-mă ca pe un parazit, ca o toxină ce te arde pe sub piele.
Oh, do stare into my eyes as if there's something more than you can see. There's nothing more satisfying than inhaling the disappointment from your bones when you figure out that
Te accept și te ador din simplul fapt că ne întregim atât de greșit... Toate erorile pe care le însumăm ne evidențiază defectele. Suntem două părți dintr-un întreg ce se află foarte departe de noi, de lumea noastră, de visele noastre, de noi, de... Noi. Depindem unul de celălalt, înțelegi? pentru că nu mai contează nimic, nici aerul, nici pastilele, nici viața, nimiC. AM ÎNVINS.
I always get what I want. That is a threat.
Saturday, February 11
Cat de daunator ar fi sa picuri doi stropi de cafea pe cearceafurile tale impecabil de albe? Sau sa-ti stropesti peretii la fel de albi cu vin rosu si viu, care se infiltreaza la nivel molecular?
Promite-mi ca n-o sa-mi mai arati niciun sketch pseudo-bizar care incearca sa parodieze nazistii. Sau emisiunea aia unde oameni batrani liciteaza pentru tablouri urate. Si nici pe Hannah Montana, oricat de ironic ai incerca sa pari.
Promite-mi un maine, nu un ieri. M-am cam saturat sa ma gandesc in urma. Nu ma ajuta deloc. Stii ca nu ma voi intoarce.
Promite-mi o halba sanatoasa de bere si o gramada de insulte ca sa ma simt acasa.
Promite-mi ca de acum inainte vei fi vesnic, Frank.
Tuesday, February 7
I kind of hate you, I really do. Especially when you're whispering to each other... Do you even realize how annoying is that? I'm not interested in your conversations and I'm pretty sure I'll never be since I'm not paying attention even when you're talking to me. But please stop whispering! Whenever I hear one of your "quiet" discussions, my concentration just fucks itself and turns into a bunny. Then all my focus is invested in ways to kill two people without being caught and, let's face it, I don't have enough patience and financial resources to dissolve you in acid on a deserted island. Also, you, the oh-so-macho guy whose shoes are pointy, stop burping so loud like it's something widely accepted in our society. Because it's not. It shows how impolite you are and adds a whole lot of disgust to my impression of you. I hate you in particular because you're not paying rent and you don't have a job either. You just go out every night and party and get high while your girlfriend cries herself to sleep because you're not calling to say that you're okay. Moreover, I hate you because you never do the dishes or cook or anything that has to do with being a responsible roommate. This is not a fucking hotel and I am not your fucking maid! The fact that you sleep all day drives me crazy. The way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you breathe... Everything makes me want to poke your eyes with a screwdriver.
And you, the slave girlfriend... I hate you because you have no self-respect. Because this is the third time you've accepted this asshole in your life. Because you're a massive idiot. In October 2011 you said that he will be crashing at our place for a few days. Well guess what? It's February, fucking 2012! He's still here, polluting my existence. Maybe you've planned this all along or maybe you're just a moron. I honestly don't give a fuck about you. But for all this and a lot more, I wish you both to have a kid and be forced to stay together. That would be the worst thing that could happen to you.
I'm leaving soon.
Monday, January 23
It all happened during one of those nights
when sleep is completely out of the question
because nervousness is a state
which can be quite overwhelming
so it makes acting ordinarily utterly difficult.
They asked questions
oh so many questions
about feelings and thoughts
as if describing them was supposed to be damn easy.
But no one answered
and no one told
so the stories were implied
instead of being verified.
What have you been eating
what have you been drinking
what have you been watching
what have you been reading
what have you been writing
what have you been trying
what have you been listening to
what have you been
what have you
Why have you been crying
why have you been trying
why have you been talking
why have you been walking
why have you been obsessing
why have you been undressing
why have you been cursing
why have you been missing the
why have you been
why have you
They asked me to go along like that
until my mind could find its peace
but no one could have predicted
that finding peace was so damn hard.
It happened during one of those days
when you feel the need to act according to the norms
which lie inside your head like a permanent stamp
that would not fade away.