I used to say: I Hate English.
But today it's different. English is not so horrible.
I used to say: I'll never do this.
But today it's different. I do everything I have to do just in oder to survive.
I used to say: I'll hate Fashion
But today it's different. I like the Haute Couture. I liked to wear this red dress.
I used to say: I'll never get married.
But today it's different. I met him as I wore my Bridal dress, my red Dress and he asked me to get married
I used to say: I'm different.
But today, when I see their faces, I thanks god to be different. They are all the same. And it's really disappointed to see that extraordinary people are dying. The teens are superficial and they don't have a real personnality. The are lying.
I used to say: I hate lies:
But today it's different. I always lie. I create a own me every day. I lie like I breath but I have to lie because I can't accept who we are, I won't accept who I am. And even if I am what I am it's not always easy to be me. I prefer lying and cheat myself
I used to say: I hate you.
"I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair;
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots,
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick;
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie,
I hate it when you make me laugh;
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that you're not around,
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you;
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."
10 things about to hate you.
I think I hate the way I Love you. I hate this way that I want you in my life. I hate the taste of your lips and the way you kissed me. I hate this Nickname and the way you call my name. I hate your voice and your arm, your eyes and your Bites, your sigh and your tongue... I'm sorry, sorry to need you into my life.
I believe that it's harder to accepter that Fucking feeling inside of me...
FUCK IT. Yeah Fuck it, Fuck the way I love you..
M means you were my B, my S.C.
We're jsut so sentimental...