tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60607509805259450252011-04-22T01:18:15.722+03:00Karinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05985665566895825000noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060750980525945025.post-79524305612824104202008-09-11T10:40:00.001+03:002008-09-11T10:41:27.436+03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjKbVW87kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gN1V_oQxJJ4/s1600-h/IMG_4079.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjKbVW87kI/AAAAAAAAABQ/gN1V_oQxJJ4/s320/IMG_4079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244664337011633730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjKPWjUBWI/AAAAAAAAABI/FHNv9VaE9ww/s1600-h/IMG_3465.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjKPWjUBWI/AAAAAAAAABI/FHNv9VaE9ww/s320/IMG_3465.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244664131173483874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjKCosihGI/AAAAAAAAABA/K2GKey9ufKg/s1600-h/IMG_4065.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjKCosihGI/AAAAAAAAABA/K2GKey9ufKg/s320/IMG_4065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244663912705721442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjJg_ruizI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nt9YcSeuCsQ/s1600-h/the+final+line.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjJg_ruizI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nt9YcSeuCsQ/s320/the+final+line.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244663334760778546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjJT8fW-EI/AAAAAAAAAAw/H8YuOkOCArU/s1600-h/IMG_3303.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjJT8fW-EI/AAAAAAAAAAw/H8YuOkOCArU/s320/IMG_3303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244663110565296194" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjJBmnlmFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1LG-uly30mo/s1600-h/IMG_1092.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjJBmnlmFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/1LG-uly30mo/s320/IMG_1092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244662795456583762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjIu15ND_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/jzelkntsYUY/s1600-h/IMG_0294.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjIu15ND_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/jzelkntsYUY/s320/IMG_0294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244662473139490802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjIfktLbkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2EbWabe4-ss/s1600-h/Andreea.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mrDmRjL9tm8/SMjIfktLbkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2EbWabe4-ss/s320/Andreea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244662210827611714" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060750980525945025-7952430561282410420?l=bittersun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05985665566895825000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6060750980525945025.post-4108692122350061202008-09-11T10:27:00.000+03:002008-09-11T10:27:00.156+03:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">First of all… <span style=""> </span>I SUCK AT WRITING!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Anyway,ati simtit vreo data ca vreti sa … sariti de pe un pod? Well,I think I really will if this shitty things in my life keep going like this.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">La mine e ceva perfect normal sa ma cert cu toata lumea in fiecare zi … dar de obicei trece repede… acu vad ca pe zi ce trece ma cert din ce in ce mai tare cu persoanele la care intradevar tin. Ei/ele ( in fine, ce or fi, fete sau baieti ) cred ca e ceva in neregula cu mine, ca eu sunt aia cu cele mai multe defecte dintre toti, ca tot timpul eu sunt de vina. Probabil stiu ca au dreptate, dar poate nu imi place sa cred ca eu sunt tot timpul oaia neagra.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Acum mi-am amintit ca am mai avut zeci de perioade de astea. Nu stiu ce vreau sa fac… sa ma plang pana trec naibii o data sau sa fac ceva sa schimb asta, sa nu se mai intample any time soon. Revin la faza cu amintitul… am un “jurnal”, ei bine ca numai jurnal nu e ala.. mai bine zis e o agenta cu zeci de bilete si bla bla. Oricum pe acolo avea si niste pagini tot din astea .. foarte “emoiste”, si de fiecare data ma gandeam si imi spuneam “asta e ultima data cand o sa ma simt asa. O sa ma schimb!”. Yah right, even I don’t belive myself, so what should I expect from others?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Sunt foarte muuuulte lucruri aiurea si care nu imi convin in toata situatia asta cu supararea.. fie ca eu ma supar pe cineva fie ca cineva se supara pe mine. It doesn’t matter.. e aceeasi mancare de peste ( care e a naibii de acra btw ), si toata lumea vrea sa fiu sincera... dar nu pot. Daca as fi sincera cum ar vrea ei sa fiu , ar spune ca ii judec si ca sunt geloasa si ca .. naiba stie. Oricum vina ar veni tot pe mine.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Problema e ca… vreau sa imi cer scuze si sa revin la relatiile in care eram inainte ( desi niciodata nu vor mai fi aceleasi , dar macar sa fie ceva). Dar nu pot… si nu stiu cum sa le spun. What am I going to do with myself? Uuuuuh. Pe langa faptul ca EU sunt cea care e dispusa sa isi ceara scuze, sunt si o groaza de chestii care ma deranjeaza, tot se gaseste ceva care sa ma faca pe mine sa ma simt rau.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Anyway .. hell knows what am I going to do .. I don’t even know why I wrote this.. there are people in this world who are literally starving and all I know to do is complain.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">Hope you enjoyed my misery. Bye bye.<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6060750980525945025-410869212235006120?l=bittersun.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Karinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05985665566895825000noreply@blogger.com0