Am un adevar sau un 'of' de scris, pentru ca nu m-ai suport femeile care isi iarta sotul dar o detesta pe amanta. Cind am inceput acest blog, eram intr-o relatie cu un baiat brunet si inalt, destept si cu simtul umorului dar dupa cum am aflat mult mai tirziu (dupa ce m-a lovit 'dragostea')… Continue reading A doua mina
Yesterday I put out the desperate woman. He wanted to slow down the things. I said no! You know what 'lets slow down' means. No more things, no more nothing. I back-up it, I refused and explain my reason. But now, I can't lose this feeling that he already decide for him; I can't get… Continue reading back-up and restore.
When I was in college, I was always speaking my bad inexperienced mouth, and I mean, that at that time I wasn't reading too much, didn't put any efforts to be bold and graceful. The one thing I do remember about those time that I was saying that I don't believe much in marriage. I… Continue reading Who to choose?
I will say that I don't want this anymore. I don't do half's.Is too tiring, too un-beautiful. The connection is there, even the passion is there but I am not the one. You could be my one, but we both know you will not let that happen. I want the feeling to rip me apart,… Continue reading What will I say the morning after.
That get crazy about one man who doesn't want her or doesn't have the time for her. I wish I wasn't that kind of woman who will always let that man in again, and again and again; cause she always remember that love needs one more chance every time. I wish I wasn't that woman… Continue reading I wish I wasn’t that kind of woman…
I am about to let you go. Even thou I don't see your eyes but I hear your voice perfectly to understand that are so many plans. And I am not even the B or C. I am somewhere in the end of the alphabet. блядьйи, you like when I swear in Russian but I… Continue reading You and I is not a noun.
in Balamori. (yeah, kids show) We need to get a grip, or basically I need to get a grip. I didn't write two months, and before that, I was posting not really often. So the story is again the same 'me versus men'. Every day, every week hearing the same long, boring compliments about being… Continue reading What’s the story…