I'm nineteen. I smile a lot. I'm happy. In the real world. I’m just laughing about all the “MAX JASON MAI oh my oh my” posts on tumblr.
That guy is my neighbour, I went running with him and he was shirtless with his hair in a ponytail. He looked a thousand times better than he does now, without those huge non-natural muscles. We broke into the school above our flats, to get to the school running track.
I’ve spent hours and days chatting with him in those good old times 3-4 years before, going out for a beer and a good laugh. I also consider myself and my friend to be one of his first crazy girl fans, that were obsessed with him when he wasn’t famous.
I’ve heard the non-official version of his first song he got famous with because he sent it to me when we had a deep talk. I’ve been sitting with him on the stairs near our flats during night because we didn’t want to go home yet.
I’ve told him many things about myself and learned many things about him.
He was a good friend of mine. I was a friend of his. I knew him for real. Or maybe I just thought so.
All of this may sound, like I want you to be jealous.
…No.
I’ve deleted him off my facebook because of the crazy fans that filled my dash. The communication wasn’t possible anymore. I’ve lost all the contact with him, because he became famous. He used to be a good friend of mine, now he is just some famous celebrity on the tv.
I think he doesn’t even remember me anymore.
But hey, Mirec, I wish you luck, be happy and go after your dream, we still love you friend:)
May 26th with 12 notes | reblogmy ovaries are dying. but i have to go to school for at least one hour, to write the stupid exam from social studies. i’m already almost high on painkillers, but still i think tomorrow is going to be so much funnier and much more painful. yay for being a woman.
hairdresser in an hour. so i’m thinking about some change… and i know what kind of change it could be, but i’m not sure it’s time for it yet.
it looks like it’ll be a last minute decision.
and as i know myself, i’ll come up with something not so radical. scared idiot.
January 25th | reblog
spread the idea, let’s play together!
We play the GEJM. Grab the closest random thing that is near you and take a photo with it. Either you’re with us or broccoli and aubergine are going to get you. Don’t be shy, post the photo, like the page, invite your friends, tag someone who likes having random things around.
https://www.facebook.com/pages/HRA/345064272189654
She was staring at a blank page of paper, with a hollow look on her face. Thousands of thoughts were flying through her head, but not only one seemed to be the right. Right for what? To catch attention. To explain why Psychology seemed like her future. Not one appropriate sentence to start with. She never thought of a reason why this course was what she wanted to do in life. It simply seemed right for her.
why is it that I could write a fictional story right now but not a normal personal statement for the university that i need?
i start, i dont like it, get a new idea, start again, then dont like it again.
aaargh.
January 6th with 1 note | reblogi have just accidentally deleted my whole ICQ history. 
i mean everything. every conversation ever made.
every-little-hello-hi-me-you-or-bfs-thing.
fuck.
thats all the rage im feeling right now being put into one word.
first the photos had gone. after christmas all of my ever send-through-iphone-sms-ims. now the whole history.
you delete me off facebook, i delete you off my life.
new beginning fuck yeah
two o’clock in the morning, disgusting insomnia has been with me since the new years eve and wont leave me alone that soon, i suppose… so i wanted to watch a romantic comedy, and ended up with “keith” which made me cry and feel pretty bad, thanks for the recommendation my dear ;D yeah and my hair is unbelievably curly right now and if i could, i would go for a long long walk or a roadtrip, just to get out of here. feeling kind of “run run away, shut everything down.” unimportant stupidities fill my head please.
January 3rd with 1 note | reblog