Seemingly, this post doesn’t want to get finished… I’ve sat down a number of times already to just get my thoughts out of my head… And they don’t feel like getting out – at least not on this forum… So, if you don’t like messy rambling type of readings, just skip this post now. 🙂 Continue reading
I’d say I’ve never been more disappointed in all my life, but it wouldn’t be true. As if it changed anything… And before anyone had a word about me being negative. “Think Pink” was my old blog.
Szeretem az óceánt. Na jó, a tengereket is. Meg a tavakat és csak úgy általában a vizeket. Egyesek szerint, mert halak vagyok. Mintha ez bármit is jelentene…
<~ TT Ocean.* ~ LL Ocean. ;P ~ The Ocean Cleanup. ❤ ~ Stb/Etc.
I ❤ ocean(s). And sea(s). And lake(s) and generally water. Some say it’s because I’m Pisces. As if it meant anything.
Rohadtul nem. És nem csak azért, mert nem vagyok képes a blogomat rendesen karban tartani. Hosszas morgás következik.
And as much as I try not to, I still do. I’m happy this trip involved so much travelling with train, this way I got to talk to people with whom I probably wouldn’t have talked to. And the others – with whom I happened to talk to anyway – I’m not interested in people – I know it might not be a good thing – but this way, once again it turned out they all are pretty nice. I happened to talk to them, got to know them a little bit – a teensy little bit as for how short time we spent together – and I got to like them. I guess that must be one cause, that I know I get to like people way too fast, thus I try not to get to know them, this way I don’t get to like them, this way I won’t miss them and/or I won’t get disappointed in them. I’m not good at human relations.
Proudly presenting, I’ve survived the removal of one of my wisdom teeth. I had serious doubts concerning my survival, given this was my first ever surgery – and I know I’m the luckiest girl to say this. I mean, that I’ve come this far in my life without serious butchering my body. I really don’t get why people have surgeries for “fun”. Like, I had a friend who had a plastic surgery that I can totally approve of, but it was more a health-decision than vanity one… I’m not this vain… Not now, and probably never…
I have effin’ high expectations. So high, it’s almost impossible to reach. I could start listing the reasons, but I won’t. It’s not really a public affair afterall.
Officail. I’m freaking out. Hopefully I’ll get over it in… Like, this thought… is just wrong on so many levels. Whatever. Nope, this might not be a post you would understand. Continue reading