Παρασκευή και 14.

Μπορεί να σας φαίνεται μια συνηθισμένη μέρα αυτή που ήταν πριν ακριβώς μια βδομάδα. Για μένα δεν ήταν όμως!

Παρασκευή και 14 είχα την τελευταία μου εξέταση. Η Κύπρος επι Τουρκοκρατίας. Έγραψα και αρκετά καλα.

Παρασκευή και 14 ήρθε ο αδελφός μου από Αγγλία όπου σπουδάζει πολιτικός μηχανικός. είχα αν τον δω από τις 21 Σεπτεμβρίου.

Παρασκευή και 14 έγινε η χοροεσπερίδα του 76ου Συστήματος Προσκόπων. Περάσαμε πολυυυυ ωραία και έφυγε και ένα μεγάλο άγχος από όσους έτρεχαν να βοηθήσουν, άλλοι λίγο και άλλοι πολύ. εγώ πολύ λίγο σε σύγκριση με άλλους το παραδέχομαι.

Παρασκευή και 14 λοιπόν.. μια μέρα.. γεματη!

people that just get it are so hard to find.

people that both get it and are willing to listen to all the shit you have to say are even more hard to find.

we pass this life, from the moment we are born to the moment we die full of rules. and full of lies?

are all people born with a smile in their eyes?

does in all people that smile die?

does it die when u have to make desicions for your future, one of those few defining things to do? on of those most scary things to do?

most scary things to do: the things you dont do cause 1) everyone will start having an opinion (=critisizing) 2) its a big change that you are afraid to make.

so what makes you stick to the old shit and what makes you dive into the new shit?

is honesty really this thing that is going to change our lives? is that y its so scary and hard? well maybe its not the easy way to happiness but is it the most sure one?

im not sure happiness is a series of "happy" events. i think i a series of not so fucked up events. and a series of very fucked up events! see, the point is if no bad things happen in life, how the fuck are you supposed to know when the  good ones come?

i guess i just need to grow up? stop believing that what you work for is what you get, that theres something good round the corner? that youll stop feeling this emptiness inside and wake up..?

people of the world unite! all the lost souls in the world, find an anchore..

i need to start appreciating whats around..

i need to grow up..

like hell.. im going to do this my way.. and while im on it..ill be myself.. not cause im so fucking great in general.. cause im not..

but im fuching great in being stubborn as hell and in doing things my way..

im writing a series of not-making-sence-things..

but.. it kinda makes sence to me.. point taken?