De regulă, un astfel de post, ar fi scris în engleză. Însuși faptul că scriu în română mă sperie. Prin urmare, be afraid. M-a întrebat cineva de curând care este prioritatea mea pe termen scurt. I-am răspuns că redescoperirea mea. Nu sunt neaparat pierdută ci doar detașată de anumite părți de-ale mele. Și vreau să [...]

When she was born the Three Fates came and said: 1st Faith: ‘She will be unhappy, always seeking for reasons to end her unhappiness but always finding new reasons to be unhappier.’ 2nd Faith: ‘She will be smart, she will appreciate knowledge and she will know how to discover and use all forms of wisdom [...]

Va iubiti bunicii? Banuiesc ca pentru majoritatea dintre voi bunicii au fost personajele preferate din copilaria voastra. Va rasfatau, va aparau de parinti, va aprobau toate ispravele fie ele oricat de nazdravane… Eu nu am avut parte de bunici in adevaratul sens al cuvantului. In schimb, am fost crescuta de o varstnica ce mi-a fost [...]

You might be someone’s enemy. And someone else’s best friend. You might, just as well, be someone’s loved one. But then again, someone might hate you to death. But, YOU, when you think about yourself, do you do that in relation to others? Is that the right way to try to understand who you are? [...]

And when I say that I’m not being myself… it’s for real. I mean that I tend to lose touch with reality. I get back from work and I retire in my room, between those four walls who sometimes seem to be my only real friends. And I grieve. Or I think. Or I hope. [...]

Everyone taggs loneliness as something bad. Moreover, loneliness is being often mistaken with sadness. Being lonely doesn’t necessarily imply being sad! Loneliness is an act of bravery. One must be really brave to spend so much time with himself. Loneliness can sometimes be one’s best mate. Being lonely allows you to spend time with yourself, [...]

Astazi… Astazi tocmai se termina. Sper ca maine sa nu semene cu astazi. Cel putin nu la nivelul trairilor mele interioare. Astazi ma droghez cu melancolie, sorb tristete, ma hranesc cu dezamagiri, sunt imuna la orice zambet si-mi astept cuminte otrava care sa-mi curme suferinta. Dar maine va veni iar eu trebuie sa ma pregatesc [...]