tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42235516349577777502011-11-20T10:38:57.071-08:00Away from all the fearsAileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05414843245567607028noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4223551634957777750.post-1684092998300408032011-11-20T10:38:00.000-08:002011-11-20T10:38:57.104-08:00A cruel taste of winter<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">How should you feel when you know that nobody will ever love you? I, personally, feel like a loser. I'm not so pretty like the other girls, not so clever, not so funny etc But I also need love. I need <i>someone to love.</i> I want somebody to love<i> me</i>. I don't know how to describe what I feel. Pissed off much? Worst feeling EVER?</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I'll never hear 'I love you'. I'll never be held tight. I won't be kissed good night. The cruel truth.</div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Love isn't a thing you can find under the christmas tree. And it's a thing I never had and I'll never get.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4223551634957777750-168409299830040803?l=red-is-the-new-black.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05414843245567607028noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4223551634957777750.post-80862867651605484812011-11-18T17:24:00.000-08:002011-11-18T17:24:14.528-08:00I'm not gonna give up so easy<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">So. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Actually, I don't know what to say. Everything's so strange. I'm unsure of myself and edgy. </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">From time to time the <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">thoughts of 'I'm not going to make it' rush through my head. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I know I want <i>that</i> but I'm not good enough. A. keeps telling me 'Don't be such coward. Hey, you'll have me and it'll be soooo exciting</span>! <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Especially in the beginning.</span>', <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">but I just get even more frightened. </span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And. Those things with X. Yes, I'm completely jealous for everybody who has a lover. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">And it really annoys me that he's in a relationship too. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">But sometimes it seems that I'm jealous because I <i>like </i>him<i>. </i> </span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Most of the time I think t</span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">hat's simply impossible.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Anyway, I don't even know if I can trust him. Looks like the backround is clear but there are little things which make me misdoubt. And also the old story which should be forgotten... </span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Well, he's coming back to the city soon and I'm pretty sure we'll make things clear by then. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4223551634957777750-8086286765160548481?l=red-is-the-new-black.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Aileenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05414843245567607028noreply@blogger.com0