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Foda-se.

Funny how we always see things our way. How we think some things are so absurd and the next day we do exactly the same. Still, we find it so natural.
Funny how when we want, anybody could be the perfect match. How many times don’t we research someone’s life and think to ourselves: ‘Wow! So much like me!’.
Funny how we can feel so innocent or so guilty. And how we try so hard to prove it, even knowing deep inside it can’t be true.


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Some people are so afraid to be lonely they want everyone around to love and worship them. I wasn’t any different.
Anyone who has paid enough attention has already noticed how selfish people always have dozens of people around them. Those who have noticed that; I tell them next time, go and check if any of this people around is really their friend.
Starting to get the picture? Found it quite sad I bet. But doubt it has actually touched you enough to bring down a tear. It really is not something to feel bad about. I have never cried over me before, don’t you be the first.
People who cry over themselves and their stupid lives are either dumb or have psychological problems. This doesn’t have the intention on touching anyone’s feelings. It’s just a story. Will you be willing to read it even if it’s not a love or death drama?



How could it not be my fault? It was. But still… I couldn’t feel guilty. I tried to look guilty though. Tried to cry. Tried to look sad. Put on the mask, make a sad face and say I was so, so sorry. Make the same old ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech: ‘We are too different. It would never work. You are a perfect girl, you deserve better than me. Maybe this is not the time for us and one day we still can be together. Who knows? Maybe one day…’
Back home. For a minute I started feeling sad. But that wouldn’t last too long, as usual. Back to my selfish, empty, stupid little life. Oh, the life I loved so much!
It was the third relationship I ended in less than a month. Almost one per week and I had them all crying over me. Two weeks later they would still be calling. Me? Had my eye already on somebody else.
A call, an invitation to a party. Bath, new clothes, perfume, credit card, cigarettes, cell phone. One last check at the mirror and I was ready to go.
The moon was so big and the night so warm I decided to walk. Alone. I wasn’t afraid. In my mind I was stronger and more powerful than anything and anyone that could attack me. Sometimes I could even feel I was better than the universe and Mother Nature herself. But that was before. I could never expect what was coming to happen.