Sometimes I have this urge to leave it all behind and start anew, to take the first train home and to be the girl my mother never had. I’ve always done only want I wanted, I never listened, I was [...]
September 26, 2011 | Posted in For a minute there I lost myself, I think I'm paranoid and complicated
Tuesday from 6 to 7 is my special time. I get to talk about whatever I want, I can cry as much as I want and I get to find out so many things about myself, things I knew but [...]
September 20, 2011 | Posted in For a minute there I lost myself, I'm just a girl
On most days I hate Bucharest. I hate the crowds of ugly people, smart-asses, people who hit you with their bags, step on your foot or push their way out/in the metro without caring, without looking back and, of course, [...]
August 7, 2011 | Posted in All I wanna do is ride bikes with you, Anger as a gift, I think I'm paranoid and complicated, Lazy Sunday afternoon, My Bucharest, Pictures of you, Try walking in my shoes, With a little help from my friends
Well, Vio came and went. We didn’t get to spend very much time together and I’m a bit upset about that but in the end it’s still OK: we got to talk late in the night, something which I hadn’t [...]
July 26, 2011 | Posted in I think I'm paranoid and complicated, Music sounds better with you, My Bucharest, Pictures of you, Try walking in my shoes, With a little help from my friends
My mum is right. Sometimes (most of the times) I behave like I am savage, as if I were raised in the woods. I’m not socially handicapped or anything, I simply don’t like to make a big fuss out of interacting [...]
July 10, 2011 | Posted in Bits and pieces, For a minute there I lost myself, I think I'm paranoid and complicated, My Bucharest, Pictures of you
