I am still amazed how I can go from being happy to being depressed in 2 minutes. How I let every fucking single detail ruin my day. I am over sensitive and I’d like to feel nothing for a change. [...]
October 12, 2011 | Posted in For a minute there I lost myself, I think I'm paranoid and complicated, I'm just a girl, My Bucharest, Pictures of you
Every Saturday morning I go to the market. Although I seldom cook, I need to know that I have fresh vegetable in the fridge. So we went shopping and on the way home I saw a woman who was selling [...]
October 8, 2011 | Posted in Anger as a gift, Bits and pieces, My Bucharest, Try walking in my shoes
I have a theory: in order for all the working people out there to stay sane and not lose it during all those years of working from 9 to 5, a three-day weekend should replace the inefficient two-day one we [...]
August 15, 2011 | Posted in I'm just a girl, More than words can say, My Bucharest, Pictures of you, Today has been ok, With a little help from my friends
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
