mortzishor

take 1
Mi-a dat un martisor!!! Deci, chiar mi-a dat un martisor. Te pomenesti ca s-a gandit la mine, ca s-a gandit ca o sa ma duc azi pe la ea, si mi-a cumparat si mie unul. Mi-l pun in piept, si spun la toata lumea ca e de la ea.

FFW 4 years: Probabil ca a "reciclat" unul primit de la altcineva...

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take 2

Mi-a dat un martisor! Bine, mai mult ca sigur ca e unul pe care l-a primit de la altcineva, poate primul pe care a pus mana, dar nu conteaza, ar fi putut sa se faca ca ploua. Chiar nu conteaza ca mi l-a pus in brate de parca se bucura ca mai scapa de bagajul cu care ar fi trebuit sa se care seara acasa. Vai, ce om super e.

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take 3

Mi-a dat un martisor. Ce sa-ti spun, de parca asta ar trebui sa insemne ceva. Daca se chinuia, daca petrecea 3 minute in fata tarabei gandidu-se ce mi-o placea, ce mi s-o potrivi, mai intelegeam. Pentru celelalte sigur a facut asa. She can go stuff herself with her martzishoare. Fat stupid cow who pretends she cares.

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take 4

Mda... martisor de la ea... ce... dragut. Whatever, il bag in geanta, acasa ma mai uit odata la el, oricum o sa dispara in abisul cutiei de pantofi in care dispar toate suratele. Still, I suppose I should put it in an envelope with her name on it, in a couple of years' time I prolly won't believe she actually bothered.

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All of them me. None of them right, no matter which way you choose to look at it. I'm pulled by gravitation, and I gravitate willingly. I let myself be chewed up and spit out, and the saddest thing is that sometimes, my first reaction is still to feel honoured. I don't even make a colorful enough catch to attract attention, just like all the krill ingested by a blue whale.

I'm me, and that's the most I'll ever be. That's not resignation. The thing that pisses me off, sometimes, is, that for some people, it's not glamorous enough. That's not exactly the bit that pisses me off. It's the fact that I still let it bother me. When will I ever learn? What has to happen, in order for me to be happy with me?