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So far the New Year has been interesting. Do you ever have the feeling that you just want to write? You don't care what, but you just want to write and write and write until you are so far over it, you just delete it? I have had that feeling a few times. I have never actually  written anything down though. The urge normally hits me at work, and I will never log into this there.
But I do have to say I have made a friend with someone that I never thought I would. He makes me feel like a person, an individual, special. Not in a relationship type of way. But just as a friend would do. He makes my life feel like it does have value.  However I am afraid to accept it for what it is. I almost feel like he just feels obligated to be nice. Silly me.
Also, I have been sick lately. Tummy upset, nauseated and stressed. My hair is falling out and my skin is blotting. I am more in a meh mood. Meh seems safe.

This is the story of a girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles

Now how many days in a year
She woke up with hope
But she only found tears
And I can be so insincere
Making her promises never for real
As long as she stands there waiting
Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes
Now how many days disappear
When you look in the mirror
So how do you choose

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

[Chorus]

Now how many lovers would stay
Just to put up with this shit
day after day
Now how did we wind up this way
Watching our mouths for the words that we say
As long as we stand here waiting
Wearing the clothes or the soles that we choose
Now how do we get there today
When we're walking too far for the price of our shoes

Your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

[Chorus]

[Guitar solo]

Well your clothes never wear as well the next day
And your hair never falls in quite the same way
You never seem to run out of things to say

[Chorus]

This is the story of a girl
Whose pretty face she hid from the world
And while she looks so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her

This is the story of a - girl
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world
And while she looked so sad in photographs
I absolutely love her
When she smiles
When she smiles!


So, I have been holding on to this for about ... 2 hours now. I don't think I have any more to post. I had TONS when I was at work. But all is well now.

Jutro JA będzie Żyć i dziś będzie zapominany. Miłość jest celem końca.