My secret life

Oh baby I think we both know
This is the love that we won't get right
Still if you said that you wanted
I know I'll always have one more try.

And in my mind we're in my bed
And I'm pulling
Your sweater up over your head.

A lost home

Sometimes I feel like I'm fine on my own, 50,000 miles from home. 

Sometimes I'm weak and the past is my guide, summer returns and puts you back on my mind. 


I'll find my home away from home again. I'll find my team again. I'll find my crazy accomplices again. I'll find my second family again.

I need to believe that. It's Monday and I need to believe that.

Črtica

Dež. Večer. Odprem balkonska vrata.

Od nekod cigaretni dim.

V trenutku mi naslika tvoj obraz.

Kaplje pokljajo ob lesketajoč se asfalt.

Jaz pa kar ne morem zapreti vrat.

Ej!

Ivan Šarić me TUDI spominja nate! In to prav v tem posnetku. In to vse do konca. :)

The weird one

If you develop soft spots, people are liable to stick sharp objects into them.

Unlovable and unloved

Do you ever just want to cry your eyes out but tears don't come? And you want somebody to be there for you; somebody; anybody really, but there's nobody there and the ones who are don't have the faintest clue what's going on and the ones who aren't would just think you're pathetic?

People who are sad are pathetic. People who feel too much are scary.

Feel only happy feelings. And never complain. That's not sexy.

Also, don't love too much. It makes you come off as needy.

And needy's not sexy either. It makes you look like a loser.

And nobody wants a loser.

So you cry on the inside. Pretend you're happy. And strong. Invincible.

The circle of life, eh?

Sometimes

Sometimes I just really don't care anymore. I just don't. You obviously can't love me, I obviously can't go away.

So I just stay. And don't care. Hurts less.