zumbi

every time I enter somewhere ... I search for things to try to defend myself from zumbis...
my life goes so annoying that I won´t even use a teddy bear to try to reverse the situation.

the devil's playground

I fancy myself an independent (and independent-minded) person. But when there is no one on my mind, I quickly and inappropriately "create" someone to fill that void. I will take a random guy and bestow on him an importance that he didn't earn and probably wouldn't be rewarded with if circumstances were different (that is, if I had someone else occupying my mind). I will take some guy with whom I have very little in common (just because he's cute, or whatever), and fantasise about him, and hope he likes me, and wonder if he's thinking of me, and thus he will take over and occupy my mind whenever it is idle.

Why can't I just occupy my mind with work, or study, or philosophy or science or art, or anything that doesn't involve a random man?

This habit pisses me off.

longing

I feel like I miss something, so much and so deeply, and yet I have no idea what it is.

My PMS is getting weirder and weirder.

prove me wrong

just do that, please. I hate having to live with my fears.

comprehension

I was hoping you would understand me. I am a tiny bit disappointed, who would've thought!!
But I have to say I am very happy with the kissing, and you are very cute. And I can understand myself.

half words

I guess this is the kind of sex I have always known I was looking for (all the others guys were either too scared to open their mouths or didn't think I was worth it) and now what? It's still just sex, the best kind there is, but "just" that.

I know it sounds damn stupid to say "you make me feel special", but it's not that... I have always known I was special*, I guess I just got use to people not realizing that

I hope you keep asking "and you?" and smiling at me, and that we get to do this again... And that's it, it's not right to hope for anything else, I know.



*that's so typical of my star sign.

to die on a sunday [fiction]

Everytime the lady with too much make up from the flight company asks for a name and contact number of a person in case of a accident, she gives the details of the last guy she slept with. Most of the time that's all the information she has about them, and she will never user it again. She's happy it can be of use one last time, to fill a stupid bureaucracy, so she will give it freely.

He will be the first to know, and think about her one more time.

And because if he had asked, she would have stayed another day.

thank you for that

You were EXACTLY what I needed!