- Mood:
Anger - Listening to: Those who can listen...
- Reading: own thoughts
- Watching: watches
- Playing: "Decadance"
- Eating: poison from peoples mind
- Drinking: disapointment
You know, its became a tradition already, that I tell stories about episodes of my life here, but not to my close friends, or to my brother...looks like "My beloved diary..."...
I dont know why I ignore LiveJournal, or any similar stuff...May be its because here I found some small, but still VERY vulnerable for me souls...
But as it is...Its very cold here, in Poland. No, I guess you got me wrong, the weather is great, as it could be in this part of our shitty planet...its cold inside, though there is a person, which gives me that load of spirit and energy, that could inspire thousand wild Oscars...But still, i dont want to sing, or to write poems...I gust cant do it in front of the panorama with muse and a peace of CRAP, that will USE and BLOW her in some time... But, I keep smiling...I stick to my role of a friend, though she know's what I feel...Pathetic, I know...But, I will keep smiling, and doing what ever I can, to make her happy...
You know people, its the most awful way of friendship...
P.s. You know, at such movements I understand people, who bring them selfs on Web Journals... Its easier to open up yourself in front of a digital scene...