Lumea unei Eleonore

E ridicol ca dupa atata timp in care mi-am scris cele mai adanci , ciudate sau ascunse sentimente pe acest blog ( desi nu il urmareste absolut nimeni , cum am zis in cateva posturi mai jos , tot simt o nevoie ciudata sa il deschid uneori si sa-mi transfer o parte din viata mea in el ) , am ajuns in momentul in care am dat fata cu realitatea. De fapt de mult am facut cunostinta cu ea , dar am preferat sa o pastrez in sertarasul meu secret , sa-l ascund ca pe un prieten dintr-un anturaj rau famat din care nu trebuie sa fac parte. Cu toate acestea , cum “ ulciorul nu merge de doua ori la apa” iar “minciuna are picioare scurte” , o sa recunosc ca pe mine una realitatea ma copleseste . Probabil pe multi altii , dar pe mine ma copleseste intr-un mod foarte ciudat. In modul in care as prefera sa fiu inchisa , constient , intr-un vis. Iata cum m-a lovit pe mine realitatea in fun.. in fata. Cam totul a inceput odata ce am intrat in clasa a 12-a. Am trecut prin focurile bacalaureatului ,...

It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I'll never see him again like this... well yes, I'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. ...