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Vada. Dec 7th 1989. freshgirl.
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Raindrops
I was on the road going home. The weather was calm and cold, and I liked it. The sounds of machines and the pouisiere made me feel uncomfortable. They just made me worse, after all that I've got in school. All things were sooo confusing, complicating, felt like I want someone to make me disappear from this kind of world. Well,my mind was occupied by thousands of things.
Then I saw some little girls and boys playing on the street. They were around 5-8 years old. They looked messy, dirty, but they were free. I heard their laughing so full of peace. My eyes, my ears were hypnotized by those children. A little voice in my mind spoke to me, "Would I ever live like them? Would I ever feel the joy they feel, despite their poor life? Would I??!". I remember when I was walking on a street with a friend. We met three little boys with dirty face and clothes. My friend asked me to stop and then she acquaintaned with them. Those boys looked so happy. I felt something different, deep here in my heart. I do not know what was it.
Suddenly, the sounds of machine starting woke me up from dream. I realize that it was all a dream. It was all a memory. And when small raindrops started to hurt my skin slightly, I realize that I had to continue walking, to continue living..
Dear Miroslava...
Dear Miroslava, I dont feel good today. I feel like Im living just like a c***o. Can u see me livin miserably for all these years? I've never been good at one thing. All things I've done are just like dreams.. all gone.. my school sucks, I dont feel good in my family, I am just an alien in my town.. Im a Javanese but my non-javanese-cultural is killing me slowly.. and my talents stink.. they're just no use at all, I found it in the end.. I have nice friends, really nice, but the true friends I found are just no one.. only God can help me.. But I feel myself not near by Him.. I've ever tried to kill myself but I knew it wasn't such a good choice... I ever thought to follow Paolo to Italy to live with him but hell it was very WRONG..!! Miroslava I suck at everything. Yesterday I saw a little girl on the road and she was smiling.. well she pleased me.. I could feel her hapiness too.. but then suddenly I feel so sad.. why can't I smile like her..? You know.. all this time I hide my face behind my smile and my laugh.. I hide all my tears and wounds behinds those kisses and hugs.. Yea, just like other, sometimes I lock myself in my room and cry.. Miro I couldnt stand this all.. I know I shouldve not written these but I dont know what to do again... Sciupata's fine but she's so little.. And Sveta's already fulled of all those dirties.. Im so sorry, Miro... And Im a lil bit happy u're so qiuet lately... not much ppl come.. Well I care and I dont care... Miro you are my blog and I can write everything to you..
*soft opening*
This is maybe a lil bit late, but it's just FYI.. I've created a new blog (the 9th.. or the 10th, maybe) on http://amrta.splinder.com >> my thoughts, poems, inspired by my friends' lives (sometimes mine) and images from http://sxc.hu... Uhm recently there is one entry for starter... and right now I'm writing a new one ;-) but it's a bit sad.. T_T PS: I think this blog's gognna be *very* quiet.. My friends are all moved to my blog on splinder..!! But I'll keep writing.. for my soul's health LOLLL..!!! Hugz 4 all..!!! ^^
Welcome Back
School starts again..!!! Aww I have to prepare for my new day..! Ciao all..! Kisses :****
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IL MIO BLOG SU SPLINDER È CAMBIATO vada.splinder.com non c'è piu' ora >> http://vadasectia.splinder.com ma è ancora un pupo.. :p
PS: Spiacente ma sarei molto impegnata questa settimana. Ritornarò a trovarvi in presto.
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