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• em0loverica

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  Ja sam jedna curica.. imam 16 godina i jako al stvarno jako volim emo boyse. Mrzim kad netko sere po emačima a nema apsolutno nikakvog razloga jer ljudi su predobri... A cure preslatke. Neznam zašto, al nemogu nać tipa kojeg mogu volit i da on voli mene. Stvarno, al stvarno jako želim nać tipa koji me razumije i ne osuđuje na nikakav način. Stvarno biste se začudili kako je teško danas nać takvog tipa. Pokušavala sam voljet, ali nisam uspjela. Bila sam toliko puta povrijeđena u životu da sam izgubila vjeru u ljude. Oni su zla bića, dvolična, sebična jednostavno.. užas. To ne znači da nemam prijatelje. oo.. imam. Ali to definitivno nisu ono 'popularno društvance' jer popularnost znači- laž, ogovaranje.. Uvjerila sam se u to. To su takvi dvolični ljudi. Najbolji ljudi se nalaze u sredini. Mrzim ogovaranje. Nevidim smisla u tome. Jer da mi netko ne paše, nebi se družila s njim, boli me za njegov život. Bitno mi je kakva je osoba.
  ugl. visoka sam 174-5 cm i anoreksične kilaže (psssst..to vam neću otkrit) pokušavam se pomirit s činjenicom da nikad neću izgledat onako kako želim (ako mislite da želim biti mršava, prevarili ste se) jer od malena mi govore da sam premršava i od toga imam komplekse.. i od mnogih drugih stvari...) zato sam danas osoba kakva jesam... s minimalno samopouzdanja a kad ga i konačno bar malo dobijem, netko ga sruši.. (da i takve osobe imam u životu) možda jednostavno nemam sreće u životu i odabiranju ljudi... Sad sam polako počela shvaćat koliko sam naivna bila i izgubila sam mnogo ljudi koji su mi bili dragi (ali očito ja njima nisam kad su mi napravili sve što jesu..) teško se otvaram.. tj.dosta sam sramežljiva...al ovisi o situaciji.. i briga me ako me neki ljudi smatraju čudnom.. moj je život.. imam pravo biti čudna..
  Ugl. jako volim čitat, što je ljudima isto čudno jer očito u današnje vrijeme rijetko ko ima vremena za uživat u dobrim knjigama. Također jako volim plesat, moderan ples, a volim i slušat dobre pjesme. U dobru pjesmu se uživim kao i u dobru knjigu. Njihovi problemi postaju moji problemi, proživljavam njihove osjećaje. U školi ne vidim smisao, pogotovo za neke predmet koji mi nikad neće poslužit u životu.
  
  You Carried Me While We Buried You(akissforjersey)
  
  Could they not have known what they have done?
  Sentenced the only pure thing left,
  That graces the dirt on this earth to... death!!
  
  Betrayal is an easy way out, and let a filthy tyrant run free!!
  Had we have ever known that He'd still love us,
  After we turned our backs and left him in the shadows.
  
  Where the sun still shines, as bright as a thousand torches,
  Open the gates; rip the blood-stained clothes from his back.
  Still he wore courage; tightly wrapped around his neck.
  
  Marching to death, marching,
  Echoes through a God-forsaken city, cut like knives.
  Their words killed; I killed you!!
  
  (I built this tower for you; this tower for you; this tower for you)
  You know love, and you know me.
  The sharpened end of a blade brought safety.
  (I built this tower for you; this tower for you; this tower for you)
  Drenched in grace, you took the fall,
  Along with your life!!
  
  Where the sun still shines, as bright as a thousand torches,
  Open the gates; rip the blood-stained clothes from his back.
  Still he wore courage; tightly wrapped around his neck.
  
  (I built this tower for you; this tower for you; this tower for you)
  You know love, and you know me.
  The sharpened end of a blade brought safety.
  (I built this tower for you; this tower for you; this tower for you)
  Drenched in grace, you took the fall,
  Along with your life...
  
  Innocence dies today, and I'm quite read to leave here.
  You still saw me, as I lay motionless from the shadows.
  You carried me while we buried you...
  
  (I built this tower for you, this tower; I built this tower for you)
  
  You bleed love; true love I found in you.
  
  Oh my God, why'd you kill him?
  We crucify him over and over again!!
  Don't you know that he loved you?
  But I'm coming home, clean of all the dirt you thought you had on me.
  
  p.s. I'm not emo. I'm just one girl lost in this world, too sensitive and shy, too ugly to live, too pretty to die.

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  Valentina ...

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