tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38292256346859053792024-03-12T18:06:16.281-07:00fuck it i'm youngNazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191379164840790455noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829225634685905379.post-27813290167341557092011-10-18T12:12:00.000-07:002011-10-18T12:13:32.546-07:00L.O.V.E<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="hps"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN" lang="EN">I think I am</span></span><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN" lang="EN"> <span class="hps">making the biggest mistake</span> <span class="hps">of my life</span>, I think I'm falling in love <span class="hps">...</span> I don’t want to fall in love, I know they’re going to break my heart. This guy doesn’t even know me, I don’t know if he saw me, I… I only know his name, and that he’s got a big brother. And</span><span class="shorttext"> </span><span class="hps">last but not least</span> he’s bigger than me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="hps"><span style="mso-ansi-language:EN" lang="EN">I know I don’t have any opportunities, but I like to imagine, that something will happened some of this days, it’s kinda neurotic, but that is what happened when I start falling in love, that’s what happened when I let my heart go anywhere without my brain, I don’t know what to do, I <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>can barely breath when I’m writing this, because I’m telling myself the truth, the ugly truth, the truth I don’t want to hear, from anyone, not even from my.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I just want he to love me like I’m the only girl, like I’m his world, like I think someday I will love him, and that someday is so close from today, I don’t know him, but I can fall in love with him… I don’t understand myself anymore…</p>Nazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191379164840790455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829225634685905379.post-40893573571734588822011-10-18T11:19:00.000-07:002011-10-18T11:20:39.397-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcCxij7KA6mcQ-jezm-MeTFph1H1LuH9_QETWKl7nUAbbjTXxVew4aTudnGLdnGfxzuMhQ_YDcvK1Sd5XKR7ZabODAq-V_7eZRZAJbmQEdkeBRVcAeg4S3yv69tkFT-HHaA-dVQLxAyeI/s1600/one+direction.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"><br />lights will guide you home and ignite your bones and I will try to fix you </span></span><span><span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"><br />high up above or down below when you're too in love to let it go but if you'll never try, you'll never know just what you're worth<br /></span></span><span><span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;">lights will guide you home and ignite your bones and I will try to fix you </span></span><span><span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"><br /></span></span>Nazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191379164840790455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829225634685905379.post-59493402370029639412011-09-22T14:20:00.000-07:002011-09-22T14:47:54.940-07:00i lost an idolshe's not famous, she's one of my friends, i thought she was great.<br />she's a very pretty girl, she's honest, she's just great, but today i realized that she isn't what i thought she was.<br />Maybe what it's happening right now, it's part of growing up, but i ever thought she will do that, i think appearances cheat.<br />today walking to the school she told me that she get drunk sometimes, when she told me that i feelt really sad because she's a sport girl, she <span style="" id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="en"><span style="" class="hps">supposedto take care of her body. i'm NOT SAYING that get drunk sometimes is bad, i'm just saying that she's 13 years old and she get drunk.<br />the society make us, the teenagers, turn into something we don't want to turn into, the society makes us think that you need to be thin to be pretty, that you need to get drunk or need to smoke to be popular, that you need to hear music you don't like to be accepted, that you have to be like the others, that you have to be "normal".<br />and when i think all this, my answer to the society is FUCK EVERYTHING! i'am going to be "normal" in my own way, i will hear the music that i like, i will be fat if i want to, i will not get drunk or smoke to be popular, i will be myself.<br /></span></span>Nazahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02191379164840790455noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3829225634685905379.post-81543769816048975762011-09-21T16:39:00.000-07:002011-09-21T16:45:00.155-07:00day 1, spring day...i know it' weird, and has nothing to do with the spring day but i like it, and if you don't like it, FUCK YOU<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifMHbKqUsxcSUkYMG_jiPD_Mq-r5vC-BJuNs9T-O0Kde-U_2qHtK-7_oXXZgwdiSAqbAuqOCxv0LgDfLrcdwBquFJoOSVZUizS0YiT5Uosh2VZ6qTbov-oqWghjR9ykzw-M4quKIrVHmc/s1600/rawr+means+i+love+you.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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