2007-11-16 00:21:15 >> Making a mess out of this game

actually i don't know what to write about... just fell the need to write something, just to commit some part of my thoughts and feelings to this virtual paper...
Maybe i should write that i feel so bad? Or that i feel so lonely? Or that everything is not the way I wanted it to be?
There's no one to talk to. No one to call to in the middle of the night, when i feel so small. No one to drink wine with.

I let time slip through our fingers. I am locked up in the madhouse, in room without doorknobs - there's no solution... I am wandering restlessly around his room, there will be a hole in the floor soon.

On the way I've lost all my values and beliefs, lost real smile and happiness of my eyes...was left with emptiness inside.

And those sad songs...

Zbyniu has the sulks... from few day we can't find common language...

boys at university are nice and very cheerful - during classes i'm crying because of their stupid texts... but there's something missing...

i got the invitation to Berlin for next weekend... don't know if i should go

there's a person i've known since ever, there's a person i talk to i always feel that i'm doing that first time...

"Laughing you take a risk, that you will be taken as a fool
Crying you risk the mawkishness and the sentimentality
Extending a helping hand - the commitment
Betraying your feelings you risk the discovery of yourself
Talking about your dreams you rick the humiliation
By love - rejection
By life - death
By hope - non-fulfilment..."


thx for Monia B -> for ice creams :*
and for Anet -> for being and Beciu :*

sorry for english:
1)for mistakes (i don't have english classes this years so probably i will forget a lots)
...
2)it's much easier to write in english than polish
3)my sister won't read it
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2007-08-22 00:29:23 >> unknown

1)
bus full of people sitting and staring
into windows...noone seems to care about 'the neighbour', deep in thought, far far away from this bus...
suddenly bus brakes sharply... the look of all those pleople doesn't focus on the cause of the braking...everyone's watching small black ball rolling about on floor... each of those people had stepped on this ball during getting into the bus, kicked having it as a rubbish, but now finds it so interesting, wonderful in shapes and moving...
just small black ball...

2)
He was a sad man, Weber. He didn't have even a speck of patience to procrastination of this world. You know that much better than someone else. He used to do everything fast and well, and that's the biggest disaster - someone like him is always disappointed, that noone can follow him...


3)
do i demand too much?


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