I was a girl who believed in words, promises, people, ideas, myself. But the main point is I believed in words. People were saying something, they were giving me hope, planting an idea and i lived with a little piece of warm fuzzy happiness in my heart. I was used to believe in possibilitty and doability. And I liked to hear people talking good simple staff or complicated plans, watever. I just liked the feeling of almost born reality of dreams, materialised in phisically sounding words. I can't say that everybody lied, that i was just a happy dreamer, no. Just life has it's own ideas and plans without saying a word. Now whenever anybody says anything i stay indifferent, cuz i now that destiny exists and people are just people, that nobody knows for sure. I can't promise anymore, I can't explain my feelings and the main thing I don't want to give hope, cuz it's so fucking good to have that little piece of happiness, but so frustrating to loose it in daily life routine.
My life is bright, I don't complain. I just prefer not to loose anymore