I was living a dream. Living in the perfect world. A place i loved to be.With the one i loved to be with. Everything was perfect. It felt like nothing in the world could distroy it, no matter what. But there i was wrong i'll guess ...
I have no idea what happen, but suddenly my boyfriend became someone else. A person i did'nt know, a person i did'nt like.
I have really now idea what i've done to deserve that kind of punishment...
And yes, i'll call it a punishment, because it hurt so much.. I just want to escape everything and cry. All i wanna do is crying cuz it hurt so much. I feel that i've lost the love of my life. The only one who really made me feel loved and pretty. The perfect boyfriend.. I had him and i loved him so much, more than my own life <3 And now i feel he is gone ..
All i can do, is sit down, cry and wait for him to show up, and show me that he still loves me and want to keep me. It hurt so much thinking like this. And it's so hard keeping thoose thought in my head. And just waiting.. Waiting for him to choose...
Now i think i'm going to escape the real world and just cry .. I don't ... Well .. It's so hard to describe.. Because it hurt so much .. And all i can do, is sit down and wait for my boyfriend to show up here.. If he still want to be my boyfriend though ... :'(
mandag 27. august 2012
torsdag 16. august 2012
i'm a girl, your a boy, keep it that way!
«A real
woman never lets her man leave the house hungry or horny»
I don’t get
it. Does that mean, if you want to be a good girlfriend, wife or whatever you
got to stay ready in the kitchen wearing only underwear? Like, if your
boyfriend or man is hungry, you’re ready to make him some food? Or if he is
horny, you’re supposed to just rip of your clothes and let him fuck you?
Well for
the boys, that got to be their dream girl. Stands ready to please them no
matter what..
But what about the girls? Do anyone mind that girls have emotions?
That one day, they’re maybe not in mood to stand ready like that. Maybe they want to sit by themselves, thinking all day? Or that they just want a hug? Someone to talk to?
But what about the girls? Do anyone mind that girls have emotions?
That one day, they’re maybe not in mood to stand ready like that. Maybe they want to sit by themselves, thinking all day? Or that they just want a hug? Someone to talk to?
Even though
were girls, don’t mean where toys or whatever boys look at us as. Girls also
have their special needs, and when men don’t think about that, and maybe get
angry if their girl don’t want to fuck that moment, or is too tired to stand up
and make food. Do you think girls feel appreciated and loved then?
I’ve also
heard lots of my friends saying “Hey you, you’re a girl, get back to the
kitchen”. Well of course I understand they’re joking with me sometimes. But
when they say it all the time, it feels like they think that’s my place. That’s
where I belong. But that’s not true! Girls and boys got an equal connection to
the kitchen. Both can make food, both can do dishes. So why does someone think
girls are the one who should be like living there?
Or the
standard “girls are the weak ones” “blah blah blah.. boys do it better than
girls” “this is a boy job not a girl job”… Ya know, girls can be just as good
as things as boys. No matter what it is. And the moment, when the girl proves
it, the boys get mad at them! Just because it was a “boy thing”…
No matter
what boys think/say, I don’t want to be the kind a girl who just got to stay
ready and serve my boyfriend whenever he needs it. I want to be a girl, who can
be just as strong and smart as a boy. Do the things boys do. But still be feminine.
Still be a girl, a cute pretty girl.
Just too bad so many thinks that’s impossible.. I really want to be a tomboy. But when I say that boys just look strange at me “you’re a girl.. Your place is in the kitchen, you can’t do boy stuff”…
Just too bad so many thinks that’s impossible.. I really want to be a tomboy. But when I say that boys just look strange at me “you’re a girl.. Your place is in the kitchen, you can’t do boy stuff”…
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