who i am?

"Fiecare dintre noi este dragostea vietii cuiva" De multe ori stau si ma gandesc: chiar fiecare din noi?.Stau singura intr-un colt intunecat al camerei mele... sunt o ciudata... in capul meu se invart zeci de mii de gandur. De ce sunt o ciudata? Pare de ce eu nu sunt iubita? Chiar asa de ciudat ca cineva sa ma accepte? Sa-i placa pentru ceea ce sunt? Sa nu ma judece penrtu cum arat sau de unde vin. Vreau sa ma cunoasca si sa ma accepte pentru cine sunt eu si lucrurile pe care le fac. Sa lase prejudecatiile deoparte. Vreau ca cineva sa ma cunoasca si sa ma intelegeaga..sa ma accepte asa cum sunt: visatoare,rareori serioasa, uneori melancolica si tot timpul in lumea mea, imi place Oasis si Nickelback, imi place focul de tabara acompaniat de chitara, sunt copilaroasa, imi place sa rad, sa culeg flori de pe campii. Poate nu gandesc ca voi, imi place dezordinea, imi place sa ma duca imaginatia departe...departe de voi de rutina voastra...toate aceste lucruri fac parte din mine, iar tu nu intelegei, nu vei intelege niciodata. Prefer sa fiu o ciudata cu lumea mea si cu visurile mele decat sa-mi distrug viata cu ordine sau cu reguli fara incidente si viata monotona...
Mi-am deschis ochii sa ma accept asa cum sunt si sa fiu mandra de ceea ce sunt pentru ca cei carora le pasa ma vor accepta cu defectele mele :)

2 cuvinte care dor al naibii de tare : Te Urasc!

Te urasc. Te urasc din tot sufletul sau mai bine zis din fiecare coltisor al sufletului meu care lai sfaramat in mii de bucati.
Am avut incredere in tine, am incercat sa te sprijin. Dar tu? Da tu! Ce-ai facut? Mai distrus . Ai distrus tot ce era bun in mine. Fiecare particica din binele meu. M-ai facut sa ma urasc. Sa ajung sa urasc persoana care sunt si sa imi doresc sa ajung ceea ce vrei tu sa fiu,. Vrei sa fiu mai eleganta sa fiu ca celelalte fete sa nu vorbesc decat despre moda si barfe. Ei bine eu nu ma regasesc in acele fete. Credeam ca stii bine cum sunt eu. Credeam ca dupa cate zile pierdute impreuna ti-ai dat seama ca sunt diferita ca iubesc natura si mirosul ierbii proaspat taiate.
Prin simplele cuvinte pe care mi le-ai adresat ai reusit sa rupi paginile frumoase cu tine din povestea vietii mele. Nu, nu te voi ierta. Orice rana lasa cicatrici… dar rana pe care mi-ai lasat-o e mai mult decat o cicatrice

Love Facts....

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet once said Plato, and I strongly agree. love is blind, you could be an ugly terrible looking person and love will still find you and that person will love you as if you were the most beautiful person in the world. Love is unconditional, you could be thousands of miles away and love can still blaze like wildfire. True love can’t be stopped, and if it’s ended for any reason besides death then its not true love. Love is the power behind the strongest of decisions, love can push you do anything. And for thoughs who truly refuse to be apart not even death can separate you. Once you have a taste of true love you can’t ever let go. Some say that heroine is the most addictive drug out there that once you start you can’t stop. Their wrong, once you have fallen in love there will be no wings to carry you back to the surface. Love is a battle, it will leave you with many scars and bruises but you will always come away with a wise word for anyone who wants to come in-between you and your love. But be careful sometimes once your heart is broken it can’t be fixed. Love is a dangerous affair, there are many obstacles. You must know which ones to try to bash through and the ones you should just dodge. But at the end of the tunnel you will always have the one you love, and that will be all that matters.

Little glass girl

Do you see that little girl?
So small and young
Everything about her looks delicate
Her posture is scared with her head hung

She looks made of glass
So easy to break
And she looks so lost
As she starts to quake

She shakes the tears away
And smiles for those to see
Her dark eyes dart
Like a caged bird wanting to be set free

She looks like a little fairy
So small with soft features
Though her eyes
Are those of a scared creature's

So tiny and broken
Her heart wears a sign
"Fragile: handle with care"
Because shes never been fine

Still she gives her all
And gives into love
She prays for it in return
As she looks up above

"Please, dont break me again"
She whispers in your ear
No one ever listened to her plea
But still she waits for someone to hear

Your holding her heart in your hands
Gentle now, its already cracked
So many have crushed it
Its amazing its still intact

Such a beautiful thing to throw away
Yet still shes rejected care
Finally she falls to the floor
With no one even there

This glass girl has shattered
No one cared to take heed
"Fragile: handle with care"
Shes denied it, but its all she'll ever need

The Worthless.

The door opened wide
And she stepped in
Her eyes begged for mercy,
She tasted a deep fear within

She walked straight to her bedroom
Not daring to take a glance back
She didn't want to realize
That what they had said was a fact

“She's an ugly thing” they had said.
“Those lies, those lies!” she had thought.
But the more they insulted her,
The more her statement became naught.

Ba-boom her heart pounded
This wasn't fair!
I'm the ugly duckling.
Those bullies give me quite a scare.

She snuggled into the covers
Going over the events of the day
She wanted to find the perefect place in the world..
Heck, it was like looking for a needle in the hay!

An angel wiped away her tears
Then the angel heard her say
“I wish I could sleep,
all my worries away.”