Are you happy?

I'm happy enough...

Parents.

My theory is that when parents get divorced they are given some kind of a handout.

When my parents told me that they were splitting they told me three things: one it’s not your fault, two it’s not your fault and three it’s not your fault. The problem is I don’t buy it. No kid does.

I’ve seen the pictures of when you got married when you were good looking and you smiled at each other, hell when you even just looked at each other.

So what happened between then and now?

Me.

I came along and I made you tired and cranky and anxious and I made you lose your hair and gain twenty extra pounds … and somewhere in all that you stop loving each other.

So I have my own idea for a handout: next time tell me: one: happiness it’s hard, two: don’t make the same mistakes we did and three: so maybe it is your fault a little.

You want me to be honest? You go first!

18.

Visele mele se implinesc cat bat din palme si cat clipesc.

18.Mai e putin.

Mai e putin.Mai exact 10 zile.
18!
Si cum inca nu am atins frumoasa varsta,ma simt melancolica si anexez la aceasta postare o melodie ce exprima cel mai bine varsta peste care m-am cam grabit sa trec...

Chéri

Were you really in love with me?
Did you really think I was such a good person?
If I've been a truly good person,I'd have made a man of you instead of thinking of nothing but your pleasures and my happiness.I wouldn't kept you all to myself.
....
So no,I never did talk to you about the future.Forgive me.
I loved you as if we were going to die the same day.I carried you in my heart for such a long time.I forgot you were going to have to carry your own burdens.A so..you're going to suffer.You're going to miss me.And you're going to have to try to find enough wisdom and tolerance not to cause suffering to others.
The thing is,now you've had a taste of love.It's never satisfying and you'll always want to go back for more.
You must go.
I love you.
But it's to late.
So get dressed.And go away now.