mighty powers

   What have I been doing those past few months since the 31st of January? I've been doing well. I felt well, I believe the first time in my life I have felt really well. The reason for that was that I finally come to terms with what's wrong and I know where I have made a mistake that has influenced those last three years. There are only two issues I'm still dealing with - anger management, which was always my problem and fear for my grandma, but that's just another story

   About the anger management - I'm just the biggest bitch you'll ever know, I'm the most sincere person you'll ever know. But I'm as faithful as a dog is - if you respect me, I'll protect you till the last drop of my blood and if you hurt me, I will bite. I will bite with pleasure. I will take my toll just the way I did previously.

I believe in mighty powers, and hatred is the greatest one. I've never knew that I'll be able to hate and despise someone so much. That's obviously how love works, the more you love, the more you hate. And since I've never loved so much, that's my right to hate.

I can finally honestly say I hate you, I wish you all the worst. You will get that because you deserve that for all the lies, cheating, bitching, for being false, phony bastard. And trust me, I'm never wrong. I always know.

Just don't fuck with creepy girls.

I'm just 'collecting names of the lovers that went wrong' ;) 
You're all so fucking stupid and empty. Lifeless. Soulless.

Well, not all but my last three relationships were a total shit. 'Chłopcy z ksera'. How right was I to call you that, bloody me, I felt it from a very beginning.

Hence, when all is clear, I'm closing 2014. Thank you for nothing.

NOW LET'S GO TO THE FUNNY SHIT!

And it's been funny, indeed. I spent marvelous time in Biłgoraj, although it made me vulnerable for a moment, which I do regret. I'm having a great time with my friends and close ones. Great parties, trips, bloody maries and lots of wine. Lots of smile and love. And dating, which I actually don't like that much - it's creepy. But it's all good. In my very own and special way I'm the happiest person I know. It's so easy to be in a good mood.

But my good memories aren't meant to be here, are they? That's pretty much just my journal of misery, so I will leave the good stuff to myself.