philia07

Oh please, talk to me. Do not avoid me.

Fuck fuck fuck... Why did I make him suffer so much?

Who the hell am I writing to? I feel ridiculous. I write some stuff that is probably nonsense to anyone that would read it. I don't even expect anyone to read it. I'm becoming pathetic. Writing for the sake of writing. But the problem is I don't have anyone to share my feelings with.

OK. that's it. am i still fifteen or something?

My boyfriend has come. That means I cannot meet my friend anymore (Not that often). Its fucking unfair that nobody understands that friendship.

I miss him. I barely talk with him and if I do we do we don't understand each other any more. Or maybe we do understand but we cannot talk about it anymore. He doesn't want to meet me anymore. He says he's egoist and wants me exclusively. What is worse, he is getting angry at me, that he met me... no wonder. I would probably behave the same way. How come it happens that there are people like him... so helplessly lonely.

Ugh...it is so difficult. It was so carelessly with him. And now it is all worrying. Job, money, school... reality. I want my summer back. The best summer in my life.

A., thank you for that summer. There's no one day I didn't think about our walks, about the beer and vodka we drunk together, the food we ate and about that stupid, nonsense discussions of ours

Hug, 21