As the days go by I keep thinking if I made a mistake when I loved you. But then I realize that there are people who go through life without even knowing what love feels like. Not knowing how it feels to love someone so much, it actually hurts. Not having that warm, fuzzy feeling when the person you care for more than life itself, smiles at you. And in the end, not hearing how your heart breaks into tiny, little pieces when you realize you were just another person in that someone’s life.
Ah, it’s awful although so bitter sweet.
And so, as I keep thinking about you, about us, about what you meant to me, I can’t keep wondering what would have happened to me now if I had never felt the way I did. When I remember the pain you caused, a part of me hates you for it, but I can’t help but wanting to thank you for the things I’ve learned from all that mess.
In the end, let’s let the past stay in the past, and try to enjoy the present, even though from time to time the memories might make you want to cry for no apparent reason. I’ll just throw you in with the other good mistakes, in the little box of memories trapped in my heart. Don’t you dare try to climb back up!
As summer is here, lots of stuff to do are in order. Given the fact that almost one month I spent my time trying to study and drinking cold beer once in a while ( not like I’m an alcoholic ), after I failed my bachelors degree exam, I thought it was time to spend my time on the beach, getting tanned, and drinking cold beer, once in a while, in the evening, with a cold breeze blowing through my hair, bla bla bla. And yes, I’ll still take my bachelors degree exam somewhere in February next year, and yes I’ll try to study even more and actually get a good grade on it, and yes, it’s like I haven’t finished college. But still, looking on the bright side, I don’t have to go to school anymore
Anyway, between the tanning and the beer, I’m also looking for a job, mainly somewhere in Bucharest. Still no luck, but, as they say, try, try, try and, maybe, you’ll succeed. Hopefully soon enough so I can buy pretty clothes and shoes, as I have finally figured out I am indeed a woman and do enjoy the sight of shoes
All in all, summer is not what it used to be, as I’m no longer in school, and no longer can call summer time, vacation time, especially when all time is vacation time, if there’s nothing to do.
Sometimes I wish I was a dog, to have no worries whatsoever and to live with a loving family with children that would play with me everyday and feed me, and bathe me, and walk me through the park. That would be such a great life! To have only one question: to pee or not to pee on the carpet? I would be such a cute dog!
Sometimes I wish vampires would really exist and that I could be one of them and live forever. I would just love to see how the world changes every 100 years. And I could feed on all the cute guys I could never get otherwise, and make them my own. I would so rule as a vampire. With all the power! Yummy!
Sometimes I wish I was a butterfly, to live only one day but to enjoy that single day, flying around. I would so love to fly! Or was that the fruit fly that lives for only one day? Oh well, either way!
Sometimes I wish I could just fly away, on a distant planet and just enjoy the scenery: millions and millions of stars.
Sometimes, but just sometimes, I wish I could turn back time to keep you near me. But then I remember your flaws exceed your qualities. Oh, right, nevermind!
What is perfection? What is perfect? Who is to say some things are or aren’t perfect? Why does everything have to be compared to other similar things? Why can’t things be just what they are? Good or bad!
According to the dictionary perfect is conforming absolutely to the description or definition of an ideal type. Meaning that something perfect is something without flaws. But what happens when one person says that one particular thing has no flaws and another person states the exact opposite? Is that thing perfect or not?
I guess the phrase “beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder” can also apply in the case of perfection. The thing you find perfect, could seem just normal to someone else. And that is in fact a good thing, because we all are distinct individual, and also, humans. What if everyone were to think exactly the same? The answer is simple: we would all be robots.
I agree, most of us might seem like we think alike, but that’s just what society does to you. You must fit in! I agree, you must, but not anywhere, where you actually fit in.
I know, I know, there are standards for every single little thing. But I hate standards, makes all the normal people look… not normal. So, if I say something is perfect, well it sure is perfect to me.
We spend our lives searching for that perfect someone, when in fact, we ourselves are not perfect. How can you be so cynical as to want someone that in theory is so much better than you?
So, at the end of the day, perfect is what you want it to be!
Ok, so I guess it’s time for a new post. I haven’t written anything in a very long time! Why? Just because I’d rather write something interesting from time to time than write common stuff everyday. I don’t like writing just because, and besides, my “many” readers won’t mind.
With everyday that goes by, I realize things around me keep changing and I keep staying the same. Is it good, is it bad… I don’t know, all I know is that people around me keep getting engaged, or married, or having a baby. And what do I do?
I get a puppy!
I always thought this was something like a last resort when your about 50 and still single. But looks like it’s better than nothing, and besides, keeps me busy.
Anyway, I’m so sick of society and what it represents. Why does everybody do the same thing? Why is everyone in a hurry? And why do I want the same things?
But, let’s be optimistic! Or at least just hope that tomorrow will be better. Because, in the end of it all hope is all we have. We can work all our lives for something, and not get it, but at least we die hopping. Bleah… that’s the dumbest thing ever!
Let’s just be realistic, it’s the best thing to do!
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As the days go by I keep thinking if I made a mistake when I loved you. But then I realize that there are people who go through life without even knowing what love feels like. Not knowing how it feels to love someone so much, it actually hurts. Not having that warm, fuzzy feeling when the person you care for more than life itself, smiles at you. And in the end, not hearing how your heart breaks into tiny, little pieces when you realize you were just another person in that someone’s life.
As summer is here, lots of stuff to do are in order. Given the fact that almost one month I spent my time trying to study and drinking cold beer once in a while ( not like I’m an alcoholic ), after I failed my bachelors degree exam, I thought it was time to spend my time on the beach, getting tanned, and drinking cold beer, once in a while, in the evening, with a cold breeze blowing through my hair, bla bla bla. And yes, I’ll still take my bachelors degree exam somewhere in February next year, and yes I’ll try to study even more and actually get a good grade on it, and yes, it’s like I haven’t finished college. But still, looking on the bright side, I don’t have to go to school anymore 
What is perfection? What is perfect? Who is to say some things are or aren’t perfect? Why does everything have to be compared to other similar things? Why can’t things be just what they are? Good or bad!
