While she cried he laughs.

She spoke, he did not hear.

She suffered, he nor bound.

He lie, she believed.

She smiles pra his, he laughs at her.

She wanted serious thing, he only wanted to have fun.

She believed everything that he said, he said the same for all.

She always wanted for, he only for a moment.

She delivered himself, he refused.

She spoke: I love you, he only smile….

She wanted to his side to be and he wanted a moment to play…

In the end, he discovered that she was ONLY and she discovered that he was only plus one…

Author Unknown

Lonely, lonely and confused.

Because the heart insists want something that the reason don't to?

Because we can not choose who fall in love?

Here I quote one of my poetry:

Parts of the life

Where they were acting

The romantic scenes

They were so real,

At least part of it, knew it was.

When hugged it he kissed and it,

And said "I love you",

It arrived to think that could be true

And people were emotion

They beat palms

But the curtains are closed and he was once again be like before,

As if nothing had happened

And she, in hard reality,

Went to live another life.

Sheila Wayszceyk

Why the world is this way?

Has hours that I hate my life, the simple fact that I can not change that.

I would be all that different.

Our country don't go looking forwards because of our laws, which protect the villain.

Imagine how many people afraid to leave home, or even to stay at home?

Small districts, small towns like mine, are already becoming dangerous.

As was said before that all people are losing hope of a better world.

Most people can't expose their feelings.

Sometimes I want to win these politicians.

But now I can not do anything, I just pray why I must believe that one day all this will change.

And to start...

Helooooo bloguers. I came back. And this time is to stay. Ok, ok, we will not be losing time. And to open the blog beginning with the theme: "What is the meaning of life?"
The meaning of life is LIVING.
All seek an meaning to his life, many end up finding a meaning, others do not have the patience to try.

The answers are many. For many the meaning of life is God, for others is the very human being, some still believe that is meaningless.

With the Second World War, the human being no longer believe in any sense. This is because of atomic bombs, misery, hunger, inequality, injustice. Raised also the index for people who do not believe in God. With that depression and anxiety took its place. People do not believe in a better world, they had tired to be circumvented.

Many say that I have no feeling. But it is not true. I have feelings, but for real things that exist. Realistic, yes, and then? I tired to live in my world delighted, woke! And now I am seeking the real meaning of my life ...

I'm sorry.

But I am not have time or patience to post.

I ask only one time.

Maybe one day yet again.

Thank you for those who read.

Happy

I understand why you're looking for tears in my eyes

And trust me they were there, but now the well has been dry

I was in so deep but couldn't get out

I sat on feelings that I buried you down

I knew there'd come a day when our paths would cross

And I'm glad it's today cause now I am strong

I'm happy and I can thank myself

If it were up to you I'd be in my bed crying

But I'm happy and I know that makes you sad

After all the things you put me through

I'm finally getting over you

I'm happy, I'm happy

There's a reason why we met, and I'm glad that we did, yeah I am

But when we broke up I got back a part of me I really missed

Not saying that you brought me down all the time

There were moments I lived without light on my side

I'm happy and I can thank myself

If it were up to you I'd be in my bed crying

But I'm happy and I know that makes you mad

After all the things you put me through

I'm finally getting over you

All the bitterness has passed

And I only wish you someone who can do what I can't

I'm happy and I can thank myself

If it were up to you I'd be in my bed crying

But I'm happy and I know that makes you mad

After all the things you put me through

I'm finally getting over you

(Hilary Duff)

Hello bloggers,

I am sorry but those 3 days was no time to post.

But I will reward.

I will make a short summary of those days...

Saturday, the theatre was not what I expected, went to a pot of tea intediante.

None of interesting happened that day.

On Sunday we made bean here at home, with my coined as a guest.

Then we visit a site of the friend of my father.

I hate site.

I think it should be a trauma of childhood.

On Monday, the boring class ever.

I am impressed to see how the falsehood in this world increases.

People need to be supported because they are lonely too.

But everything in life has a price. And the girl paid. She thought it would be out well. She was wrong.

Does your mother know everything we do? On the way not.

I am sorry for you.

At least one news makes me happy.

Today, Tuesday, has no class.

Amém! Later step here to post more on one day's lone girl, full of dreams.

How can a person be to demean both to apologise and not look the other day in his face.

I do not know of anything else.

How can people be so wrong?

I only know that I am now happy with the girl away.

I just want to be myself. And so I am doing.

I love my way of being strange.

I love my passion for fashion, theatre and dance.

I love my full madness.

Finally, I think I'm learning to enjoy life.

I think ...

Today my day was calm, which is a miracle.

I am very tired, sad and lonely.

Only one thing: Now the girl to whom I talked decided to join.

Yes, an alliance.

What is worse, with a friend until then that I spoke of evil and its slave girl.

It is, things change, people change.

Now, her slave and connects me try to explain themselves.

The enough to apologize.

Okay, it did not go as far as the girl.

Now I stop, think and start to cry.

A million things going in my head now.

I am well in the middle of this hurricane.

She already has left wounds in my heart.

I have no answer now, I need only think.

I just want to be happy!

Hello.

Yesterday I wasn't desire to post, then I will post today.

The girl thought I return ago. But it is wrong.

People are frightened when counting what happened.

They ask: "As a friendship of years suddenly ended?

You have to talk! "

More than already talking.

No advance, enter the one hand and comes out at the other.

What can I do, that she chose ...

Hold On

This world, this world is cold

But you don't, you don't have to go

You're feeling sad you're feeling lonely
And no one seems to care

Your mother's gone and your father hits you

This pain you cannot bare

But we all bleed the same way as you do

And we all have the same things to go thru

Hold on...if you feel like letting go Hold on...it gets better than you know

Your days you say they're way too long

And your nights you can't sleep at all (hold on)

And you're not sure what you're waiting for

But you don't want to know more

And you're not sure what you're looking for but you don't want to know more

But we all bleed the same way as you do

And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on...if you feel like letting go Hold on...it gets better than you know

Don't stop looking you're one step closer

Don't stop searching it's not over...hold on

What are you looking for? What are you waiting for? Do you know what you're doing to me? Go ahead...what are you waiting for?

Hold on...if you feel like letting go

Hold on...it gets better than you know

Don't stop looking you're one step closer

Don't stop searching it's not over...

Hold on...if you feel like letting go

Hold on...it gets better than you know...hold on

(Good Charlotte)

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The day was great.

Sun, holidays and a beautiful film by Hilary on television.

But it seems that the whole world is against me.

Everything I do here at home, has to be wrong.

I hope that one day all this happening.

They will see a different girl .

Me wait ...

Continued

I have to be warrior.

I try to resist his false smile.

I know I have to learn to control my emotions.

Whenever I hear his name or the name of his slave, I feel a sense of anguish, anger and disappointment.

You are losing the best laughs, the jokes without grace, but you wanted so.

I thought you were someone else.

But I think it is worse than a child and a doll futile.

I don't know how this friendship of 9 years may be interrupted because of a false identity.

She isn't who thinks being.

She is false.

Like a doll without life.

And the worst: another part of this friendship that trying to emulate this doll false.

Why? What I do wrong? Why not realized that everything was changing?

I must agree that nightmare. It is becoming increasingly difficult to cope with the looks of it, look empty and false.

His fake smile, the interior is cold.

No changes in his life.

You are stupid.

But when you realize that you are wrong, you will cry and ask for help for me.

Me forget. The only thing I will do is ignore it.

So, think before you act is better ...

To start to talk...

Hello bloggers

I decided to make a blog to relieve what I am living now in my life.

Over the years will become increasingly difficult to deal with people, friends, family.

False identities, crying, loneliness, happiness and disappointment is what you will find here.

I hope you always here!

Thank you!