sexta-feira, 22 de novembro de 2013

you're doing it the wrong way.

I honestly couldn't remember the last time that I cried myself to sleep, but today it happened.
I'm so sick of treating others as a priority and then being treated as an option.
This whole week has been a total mess, and today I guess I couldn't handle it anymore.
I try so, so hard to do everything the right way, but I don't see any rewarding for that.
I'm mad and disappointed.

terça-feira, 19 de novembro de 2013

Good old days*

"Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn't wait to grow up".