tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62668809941159830382012-01-03T18:07:50.589ZSometimes you just need a piece of paper and a pen. Well, sometimes you just have a laptop :)Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.comBlogger181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-72983145665579076922011-04-04T23:10:00.000+01:002011-04-04T23:10:00.312+01:00

I ask myself: "what do you need somebody for?"I've always thought I need somebody to rely on, to share my thoughts with, my joys and my worries, to give my time to, to enjoy what life brings, to acknowledge I exist for some reason other than breathing and eating.I am starting to understand now that there is no need to need anybody. The moment you feel you need somebody means you've screwed up

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-49947235285379308622011-03-26T21:04:00.003Z2011-03-26T21:06:25.577Z

Sometimes I still wake up in the morning and I miss you. Sometimes is because you appear in my dreams and other times you just turn up in my head... more often than not. Maybe is not even you any more, maybe it is just an idea of you. I wouldn't know, maybe never will!

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-47568704129160580372008-12-06T21:30:00.001Z2008-12-06T21:35:13.758Z

I don't need anything. I don't need anyone.I just want it :)

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-89520860244421933992008-09-02T00:23:00.003+01:002008-09-02T00:34:56.521+01:00

I don't really understand what has happened, what's going on with me and why things happen the way they do. I wish I could just look ahead with a sweet smile and a naughty one to the past... if it was just as easy as that...The truth is that life goes on and you can fix very little looking back again and again, whether it's two days or two years. The sun will rise again, the calendar will loose

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-10486850247731961602008-07-12T01:28:00.002+01:002008-07-12T01:31:07.440+01:00

I am so tired... Tired of lying, tired of pretending, tired of being nice, tired of what life is. I love listening to all those who take decisions, all those who take their life and live it and don't wait for others to rule it. Tired. So fucking tired.

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-75956825694481059002008-06-09T00:08:00.001+01:002008-06-09T00:08:12.476+01:00

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-8987213561879596842008-06-08T20:33:00.002+01:002008-06-08T20:34:03.706+01:00

Life works up and down to keep the balance. Famous ying – yang, positive in the darkness or negative in the light. Walking around in circles suddenly the world collapses around us, we slowly manage to find solutions until we get over it and we get used to that feeling enough to provoke a new earthquake. And back to the beginning. Everybody, no exceptions.Some people don't realise on time that

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-48571214944551530532008-06-03T01:11:00.002+01:002008-06-03T01:13:21.246+01:00

I had a dream a few days ago. I was somewhere doing something... can't remember what, it was such a normal dream... Suddenly I started chatting with a stranger I had in my messenger who told me a friend was at the hospital because he had had minor surgery and he thought I should know. It was so unexpected and so unrelated to the actual dream that I woke up.6.34am. I should be sleeping and not

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-41147831078454543912008-05-30T21:23:00.001+01:002008-05-30T21:23:32.696+01:00

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-17874115332033561082008-05-29T23:52:00.003+01:002008-05-30T00:06:25.068+01:00

Lost five kilos, gained seven.Lost four hours of sleep per day, gained an addiction to herbal drops and teas.Lost will, gained a white hair.Lost patience, gained hyperactivity.Lost faith, gained skepticism.Lost control, gained a few scratches. Beautiful scratches.

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-64511929262710471862008-05-11T23:33:00.002+01:002008-05-29T23:47:08.631+01:00

'Sometimes I think I'm almost ready to leave, you know... this life' ("Dirty, Sexy, Money").Shocking.

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-66082515994845289902008-05-11T02:38:00.002+01:002008-05-11T02:40:15.158+01:00

They came to me twelve years ago and they were white and blue. As inconsistent as I am, I used them for a little while and then I kept them in their red bag. I didn't even bother to clean them properly...I always thought they had red wheels, red brakes and red laces, so imagine my face when years later I opened the bag and found out they had blue wheels, blue brakes and white laces. Because of

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-5833765567055808722008-05-05T21:30:00.000+01:002008-05-07T21:31:24.337+01:00

If we could only see ourselves from our loved ones point of view, our life would be so much easier... At least for people like me whose expectations are higher than what we can actually afford.Sunday afternoon, 28 degrees outside in the sun, I am at the beach, wearing a dress, sunglasses and covering my body with a towel. For you, the sun was shining on me and the breeze was just about cooling

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-53707163201224520142008-05-03T10:08:00.002+01:002008-05-03T10:26:22.792+01:00

I went to Nottingham last Wednesday. After four years in the company I was finally invited to go to one of this major events called 'Annual Conference' where you meet all those people you normally speak over the phone with and you get to see first hand how professional we can look like. We could say it's a bonding experience at work.I knew by heart the whole schedule so I was ready (and somehow

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-19614694280678748842008-05-02T22:09:00.000+01:002008-05-03T09:46:11.785+01:00

Someone told me today that I am shy.I woke up today and I couldn't open my eyes. I would have stayed in bed until tomorrow but my mother had brought me an orange juice in an attempt to cure my new deep manly voice and I had to drink it. Like many other things in life, I had forgotten how a real orange juice tastes like... yummy!Laying down in my bed, I could guess the sun was shining and, slowly,

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-31071243622799844742007-10-28T02:16:00.000Z2008-05-03T09:43:18.372+01:00

I wonder why I am seen as a strong person when I am so clearly not...Today I tried to be strong. I started thinking in the morning if I should do something or just stick to my beliefs and I had to convince myself to stick to them. Actually, I tricked myself into believing that by postponing an action I would be sticking to my beliefs, but at least I made it through the morning and the afternoon.

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-27675013506252715182007-10-22T22:59:00.000+01:002008-05-03T09:44:01.264+01:00

One of my best entertainments is dreaming awake. You can choose what you want and what you don't want, you can rewind, cut and paste, change and replay forever. You can pretend to be different and nobody would ever spot it... it belongs to you. You can play to be who you really want to be with whom you really want to be and how you would really like it to be with the advantage of not hurting

Mitehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18129943044167708054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6266880994115983038.post-27049959171767238522007-10-17T23:27:00.000+01:002008-05-03T09:41:36.501+01:00

Something has changed.For a second I thought I had become less patient; the truth is I just don't have time for games that lead nowhere anymore. Three years ago, as an act of desperation, I turned my back to my life and ran away as far as I was able to go. A year and a half ago I tried to bluff myself for the last time before my own ego laughed at me and pushed me down. Three days ago I had to

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