I’m sorry babe. I’m not like you. I can’t grow up. I don’t want to grow up. I spent too big part of the childhhood worring about things a child shouldn’t worry about.
I still read like stuffed toys and milk with cookies just before going to bed. I still walk in tennis shoes, old jeans and smell the air early in the morning.
I like to stop the daily rutine and lite a cigarette, have coffee with friends and let the day take me where it wants. Don’t like to have the day divided into sectors, don’t like to wake up in the morning like a robot and know where will I’ll exactly be at 16:30 in two weeks.
I sit from time to time and write a post. Bad one and weird one, but still mine. For some ex boyfriends, for some future ones. Yes, for you as well…
I know I’m not perfect and I can mess up stuff. If I could be as smart as I can be stupid sometimes, only the sky would be my limit.
I’ll always stay around, no worries about that…freindship we had (and still have, I hope) is the thing that’s important. It's something that will always count.
But we’ll never make it as lovers.
Coz you can’t put love in the blank spot of your schedule on Tuesday at 14:10 for 15 minutes before meeting sales managers of VIP…
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Once again a blog entry I can totally relate to...love your posts :-) I myself am always reluctant about the whole growing up thing...like in a constant dilemma. My conclusion at the moment is: I'm somehow loving getting older and wiser, but don't ever want to loose that inner child. Good luck with everything, girl! Say hi to Martina and Marina from me...Hugs, Carissa
Don't get me wrong...I'm also enjoying some of the aspects of being a "grown up"...but there are still some things I don't want to give up on. One smart person said: "when you start wearing an umbrella and stop listening to Azra, when you start wearing an undershirt and stop reading Bukowski...enter a slaughterhouse, dressed up like a cow..." :)
...da ces u po reci stati, da se neces osvrtati, nikada... gracia.blog.hr
you have been tagged!!!
God knows you don't want to be an angel.
:)
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