Pokec

Niečo o mne

Hey hey, today I will be honest.
I can afford it, respectively. I do not understand why I would at least sometimes and I could experience that feeling of when you talk to lots of rock falls and that you long benefited.

I waited to blog with this theme I write drunk, destroyed dorezaná with buckets of tears in her eyes.
But no.

I decided that the city will go sideways. Not just today, I will send them to fuck for so long, until they cease to be so terribly hot.

But back to the title. Mom, Dad, brother .... pojebte is.

Yes yes, I'm just another teen crying and bedákajúca over your life that is hard to experience something bad.
In fine, I do not take you.

Basically the point is that I am teenager.
His age predestination meet only jebnutosťou, thoughtlessness, stupidity, inexperience, blablabla.

Just seems a little insane, like 15 year old that I have to be at the head of the family.
Well, a little bit exaggerating, the man who stands in a position, should have some respect. I do not either.

I addressed that there is no pump and we do not have the technician.
I do I solve broken lock. For this I cut a finger on karbobrúske, of course, that my dear my family did not even a handkerchief, so I then had to even wash the blood from the shelter.
I have to figure out what the money paid by direct debit.

Already, this blog is a little long, so only a few points brevity schedule that I screw up now.

I 15th This means that this year I could legally Brigade.
But if you 19ročného brother, who had never been to any brigade, a day spent an awful lot of money and somehow is able to understand what the financial situation you are, you already feeble aged 11 years thinking about how to find money to come to zahypotékovaný house to have electricity, water ...

Of course, the mother of his salary will never have a father .... the father is chief of sex and its new super family.

In doing so, remember when that family members can go out to each other at least in the corridor, terrace or in the bathroom, you will learn how you terrible cunt, fucking tragedienne and what you pičovať older. Neither one.

I have a debt to his father.
This though only mention somewhere, begin to laugh first and then shook his head.
Quite simple, the mother had no money, her mother wanted to go on vacation, called Papa, that I need € 600.
Then, of course, cry. Profanity. But finally got the € 600.

Damage, however, did not realize that, at what price.

I sold out.

I sold out a man who is afraid to look. I hate it when it is in me. I hate when I hear about it.
It hurts terribly, and cool when you touch me. (No roar again)

I just .... These people know only beat me, scold me, abuse me, I say what I am incapable of making me want to kill, sorry that I was born.

When my grandpa died, I lost the only man that I stayed here.
I am no longer able to have someone council. Although many people think that me and then it hurts.

And you know when you're long in such a situation, loneliness, pain, despair and all the kitschy feel you begin to fuck the brain.
So much so that you cut, you are afraid to go out, be with people, you will hate, you hate the whole world.
With that my rotten brain I can not even think of something nice.
The worst thing is that before going to bed. Do all things for your mistakes, for everything.
And then you are unable to sleep, waking up at least twice a night of nightmares ...

And your life is somehow gone.

Sometimes even I am not going to school. Mentally I feel so bad that nevládzem stand or anything.
Or I have to coach. But of course, prefer to let the brother spends € 30, let mom buys silicon-on faces, I can certainly go and stop.

BUT.

We are not going to cut or otherwise harmed, not because of them. I will make them maids. I will make money. But I save up some for yourself and as soon as possible, I will go away.

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I am most sorry that they're not that at all.

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The stone falling. Only be moved. It is on the road.
Do you lose

I still do not know what love means.
But with you, Ajka, to come gradually.
Every day I'm afraid of losing you.

Do not lose the feeling
When you put your hand into the palm of your hand
and I feel like I heal wounds.

Do not lose your angel hug,
which are scattered all my fears.

I do not want to lose sight of your
beautiful green eyes,
where is my head
the world turns.

Do not lose your beautiful smile.
When I see him, I feel like in a dream.

And certainly do not want to lose your unique kisses
by experiencing something that is better than chocolate
than all the crap of the world -
the sense of the words can not describe.

It's just experience.
So nečuduj,
that you never want to lose.
Do you lose

I still do not know what love means.
But with you, Ajka, to come gradually.
Every day I'm afraid of losing you.

Do not lose the feeling
When you put your hand into the palm of your hand
and I feel like I heal wounds.

Do not lose your angel hug,
which are scattered all my fears.

I do not want to lose sight of your
beautiful green eyes,
where is my head
the world turns.

Do not lose your beautiful smile.
When I see him, I feel like in a dream.

And certainly do not want to lose your unique kisses
by experiencing something that is better than chocolate
than all the crap of the world -
the sense of the words can not describe.

It's just experience.
So nečuduj,
that you never want to lose.

Goodbye

Remained only a slovo.Po it all so we went, we zažili.Si away and I turn everything on, I was always sám.Alebo? I forgave you long ago, though neither of us can not forgive is the world mne.Môj tmavší.Moje so much inside of you so much smutnejšie.Ty was my svetlom.Plameň who snuffed out with thy odchodom.Keď you left me, one part of my core (and I do not know how much) you can take with sebou.Keď already the sun do not reach where Laughter was a common and natural, just tears and rain washed it when I know if it's forever and I still koniec.Ľudia many times they say "forget it.", "Eventually you get away with it." and I will always know that it is forever in my pravda.Si srdci.Nikto and nothing you can vymazať.Skúšal to.Obetoval I am almost všetko.Už I have almost nothing and I do not teba.A ultimately saddest is that the You threw me in the head and every night I pray for your šťastie.Že nobody ever not realize how strong was my only bottle city.Že helps me forget for a moment to nemyslieť.Nemyslieť nič.Necítiť bolesť.Utlmiť memories away and wash away thy očí.Niekedy before my face I wish I could be with you for a while at least dlhšie.Niekedy desire to go for you, hug you, plakať.Niekedy I feel it all again vzdať.Inokedy break or something rozkopať.Niekedy I wish to be stronger and I hate to even the smallest mistakes that I was never more spravil.Už neskontaktujem.Pretože you deserve to be šťastná.Pretože you can get it so chose and I rešpektujem.Pre our pamiatku.Vždy of you will remember the good.

With love ...

As well as ever, both in this blog, I love the theme. You would say that what is already there can only think of ...
If you occasionally visited and read some blogs, most are sad, I miss you type, what I do without you, left / left, and it can be seen that simply links in blogs are topic No. 1
Last time when I was in a forum asked what kind Birdzáci mean by love, most of the answers to type anything or nothing, responses were much nicer type of mom or a particular person ... :) Too negative, I thought ...

When I came out of hospital and had a little time, I decided that I choose in my favorite bookshop, greet me at the entrance of the old well-known owner, smiling and saying, "Here you can find almost everything" :) (and it did not make any campaign: )) ... I walked around the bookshelves took me one that I read long ago. I pulled it a little dusting off, apparently it was a huge interest in the letters a little yellowing on the cover and so I read the title, The Little Prince ...

Foliage, has suddenly become interested in one where the little prince and the fox is looking for friends advised him: If you have a friend skroť me ... then I am for you and only you for me only ... On the other hand, certain words underlined, there was: Well, we see only the heart, the main thing is invisible to the eyes ... one more part: you are responsible for your rose ...

I think each of us is responsible for that your rose or for someone we have "tamed" so then he was our sole / single ... It sounds childish and stale? (Almost as a matter of advertising :)) ... No one milliampere life learned, sometimes too inconvenient and focus on things that are not so important, too everything we want to "count" and express some variables in particular as regards the relations and compare the incomparable, we just all have to sit ...

But love is not like that, there not 1 +1 = 2 (and now does not encounter the natural increase :)) love with us and other things go easier ...
But often just a little, maybe a smile, kind word, so let's make life more beautiful for a moment, here and now ... :)

P. S. Finally, my motto:
I believe in true love, which can offer :)

For you, something and so you will not ever read. Or you.

Thank you that you taught me to feel again and have a sincere love.
Thank you to tame my unruly mood and you give me reason to think them over.
Thank you, that shows me that the relationship is not just about sex.
Thank you that you have patience with me even if I make a decent scene and you otitulovať horribly ugly.

You learn should inform their conduct, that word can hurt and it hurts.
You teach me to appreciate each other proceedings, and even though I have it for half a year ago scolded, now I like it.
I first began to be jealous when you found that I'm explosive and I should do something with my stubbornness.

I do not know how long I could be so blind. It opens my eyes, and I wonder I can not stop.
Maybe I conclude. I started to use more words more dear and realize the value of friendship.
I cry when I feel sorry, even if it's little and I apologize.
I can come to my mother, ocom and tell them that they love.
I started taking school more seriously and pay attention more to learn, because it gives me great motivation.
I am honest to you than, you read all my weaknesses and failures.

I will be around a long time even grateful when proudly reject the first guy who will go after me.
Even now I see you smile at it, how strong I am.
Also, it taught me. Sometimes we behave towards each other badly, I guess to me chips with your hands into the wall, hádžem crying and holding objects. Would I have to cough up the fact that it makes no sense.
But then I realize that, like me in your presence with me not anyone else. Pozrem in the mirror, zatnem fists, usmejem to the deep breaths and transferred through it.
Thank you.

Thank you, as if for you at home.
He began to roar, the dummies and I with you right to it when I realized that for which I have not thanked.
I say what I feel and I look forward to you as you come to me tomorrow.
And melted in your arms, hand in hand and I will turn the idiot smile and I will souse heat.
I look forward to how to respond to surprise, because it pleased me again that I might enjoy and look forward together.
Feel you will bring joy to every day knowing that we still have each other, we can help you, hold the problem peacefully resolve the misunderstanding, and still we love.
Thanks to you I realized that I was pretty naive when I thought that love does not exist ...
hush sweet



I do not know if I ever wrote harder, harder, blog, how will tento.vlastne once again .. it can delete again.
are things that are hidden. I buried the deepest, as I knew.
but two days a year, which will emerge. On "Little Soul" and in this day ..

I tell you hush sweet.
The place where that does not hurt anything, the place from which perhaps look upon me.
I want to tell you that I forget.
I want to tell you that I remember ...

I want to tell you that I know that I love Thee, with the same confidence as I face the hot tears rolling.

From the heart ... salty drops of blood ..


More .. can not write ..

Let the angels hold you in my arms and quietly singing Those uspávanku.Nech a zlietne from heaven today, to please your mom.


God, who art in heaven, not for myself today please
zhliadni today for children, for all moms.
Let there be no more in the world, yourself, yourself.

God, who art in heaven, only one now please
let everyone find a great little handle,
be it mother, what will sing lullaby.

Indeed, as I have no children,
are unable to live
or children without mothers.

God, who art in heaven, not for myself today please

"Oh God, good for them you please,
for all the pain that everyone wears.

The wounds of the soul, memories of sadness,
the emptiness of heart, for every desire.
To give them a little bit like someone was on the ground ..
"


this blog I will put all the angels in heaven, whether they become your children, or one mamy.Každej mother, whether you had, or could not leave her children. Every child who has remained the same.