wisła

książki.nauka.praca.czas.muzyka.porządek.szkoła.on.sen.słońce.dobranoc.dzieńdobry.x.chaos.matma.polski.

cały ten śmieszny światek pełen ludzi z obumarłymi sumieniami. ludzi, którzy myślą, że wiedzą, a gówno wiedzą. którzy myślą, że tyle widzieli, a nie widzieli nic oprócz ciepłego piasku na zagranicznej plaży w wakacje i kolorowych świateł na piątkowej imprezie. ludzi, którzy myślą, że doświadczyli wszystkie rodzaje nieszczęśliwej miłości, niesprawiedliwości i bólu a nie dostali nawet porządnego klapsa. to mnie bawi.

separate or shoot to kill.

it's hard to me to say all these things... I've never thought that it would be so easy to be with you, breathe with you, laugh with you. and nobody ever kissed me the way you do. i like your smell and your mouth. i like the way you care about me, hold my hands, kiss my forehead. but there is something i can't figure out. or i don't know, maybe i just think too much. but you're strange sometimes. and i can't read you. what do you really think, what do you want... i feel that you are playing. maybe it's not true. but it could makes a hole between us. and i don't know how about you, but i don't want any hole.

i'm quite ordinary. and i want something ordinary. but now i feel freak. you are saying things which are weird to me. you have many prejudices, you're stubborn, insincere sometimes and jealous without reason. and that's why i'm scared that you will turn out exactly like my father. that's why i was sad. or maybe i just don't get your jokes and there are no problems ;)

i'm not perfect, sorry.