I look around and I see things I bought or got from someone and I adore them. All the colors, patterns, textures, all of those make me think that I have what I want. And I guess, I have to be happy and thankful for that. Not everyone s getting what they want. It happens that sometimes you get what is left over and I am not that kind of person, which is good. Im thankful to my parents for those opportunities that they gave me and to myself for not being happy having left overs, because I need and I want better. This post might sound to you like bunch of bull crap about material things or not make sense at all but there is much more thinking to it. I promise.
just an IM mssg nothing more than that..
heyy, how are you? are you alive?(: haven't talk to u in a while and just wondering if everything s good with you, cz Im worrying, you know How is work? mom? Tussan? I saw a cat looking like her and I was like Tussannn! and my friends looked at me like I was a psycho. lmao
Im pretty good(if you're wondering) didn't pass as a designer, but its all good, I'll keep trying. It got cold in Bulgaria, I miss warm weather already. and I miss talking to you, my friend(: May be you found a woman of your dreams and she is like" don't talk to your skype friends!" which is ok. but just keep in touch like «heyy Im alive, Karina!» Lmao anywayssss this message is long, feel like Im writing an essay. hope you are fine
and he said:
oh wait, he didn't say anything...
update: he said:
i have read ur massage and i like u too u know, i will come in later, i cant talk right now sorry
im really sorry
i wished i could talk with u now but i must go
my freind is coming
my thoughts:
I like you too? I never said I like you in the first place! WTH? and yeah sure, go hang out with your friend! I can wait...as usual...
uuuu daphne and this new guy jeff...LIKE LIKE LIKE! He s soooo hottt!(:
I got ice in my veins. blood in my eyes. hate in my heart. love on my mind.