No, you don’t

You don’t know me. You think you do, but you don’t. You expect me to be something I’m not, you expect some things of me that are not in my nature. You think that what is normal to you has to be normal for me too. Well, I’m here to let you know that you’re wrong. Yeah, that’s right, I said it: you’re wrong. That happens even if you don’t want to admit it, and even more, it happens a lot to you. You just don’t see it; you’re just that much of a narcissist.

You don’t like me. You think you do, but you don’t. Because let’s face it, not knowing me implies that what you like about me is fake, is something you created by yourself, so, in conclusion not true. How can you say you like someone when every time they say something you disagree, no matter what it is, and especially when it’s a personal opinion? Judging and throwing stones at the person you say you like doesn’t show much likeness, does it? Liking someone just because you want to like someone is also not a good path to walk on. Why change a person just because your version of that said person is different? No, I’m sorry, but if you like me, then you like me because I am me and you like me in spite of my flaws and because, damn it, I do have some qualities.

Before you say some things and before you judge someone, try to think about it, try some alternatives to the question: why doesn’t it happen as I want it to? Maybe because you’re imagining things are not there, maybe because that specific person doesn’t feel the way you want them to, maybe… so many maybes. You know, contrary to popular belief, sometimes it is good to over think things, and no, not only in your own interest, sometimes, only sometimes, it’s good to get your head out of your butt and stop assuming you’re some sort of a God… and sometimes, only sometimes, it’s good to understand that things can go wrong even if you try your best to make them go right…


Still trying to figure out why I keep looking for you. I know I’ll never find you, because you are already with someone else. How do I know that? Well, let’s say I’m just “lucky” like that.

I can still feel your eyes looking at me when I sit in my bed at night, staring at the naked ceiling. I can still hear your voice when I wonder alone along the empty night streets. I can still love you like there is no tomorrow and expect nothing in return. I can still think about you and believe that you are the one for me, even though someone else is the one for you.

I’m still trying to make myself happy thinking of your happiness. They say that if you love someone you have to let them go. Well, I think that’s just bullshit, pardon my french. My philosophy is that if you love someone you have to let them know. Because, in a perfect universe they might just feel the same way.

I can still close my eyes and dream of you… No matter what, I still have my dreams… I know you are my soul mate, the sad part is, I have no idea who you are…

I don’t know…

I don’t know what it means to grow up. How does it feels to understand more about life than you used to? How does it feel to have more to think about than before? How does it feel to realize that what you used to know as important problems were actually just tiny specks on life’s glasses?

I don’t know what it means to fall in love. How does it feel to have butterflies in your stomach just thinking of someone? How does it feel to wish to have that someone near you for the rest of time? How does it feel to eat, sleep, breathe, think, and be for just one purpose: to love that someone?

I don’t know what it means to be happy. How does it feel to smile and laugh at every little thing? How does it feel to wake up in the morning enjoying life? How does it feel to have everything you want and everything that makes you happy?

I don’t know what it means to be loved. How does it feel to have someone tell you how special you are? How does it feel to know that: I love you, is not just a phrase like any other? How does it feel to be loved?

I don’t know what it means to be alive… How does it feel?

Something to say

Some people can’t seem to understand the idea of a blog. People, let’s make it clear: a blog is an online journal. Being my own blog, I write what the fuck I want on it, because it is mine. You don’t like what I write? You don’t find it interesting? Something I said bugs you? Well, if you want to criticize, at least do it with style. In case you don’t have that ability and as long as no one has you tied up to a chair and making you read it, I should introduce you to my friend: the red X button. He resides in the right upper corner of your screen. Use it from time to time, it might help you get a life.

I know, I know, I should just ignore people like these, but you know what? I’m so sick of all the stupidity in some people that I just had to say something. Oh, and yes, I do not approve all comments, why you ask? Well, the same damn reason: it’s MY blog!

In conclusion: All stupid people should refrain themselves from any comments or thoughts (that is if they have any)!