ALOHA nisam napisala post ima već 100 god pa je i vrime da se javim... what a shitinggg day
koji dan u školi majko mila... nećemo nabrajat al samo da ponovim još jednom ono u wc tj ja sam napisala jedino ha ha ko je ovo provalio? no dobro nije ni važno j***** iscrpila sam se ono najgori dan od početka škgodine. prvo digla se lipo i to prvi put nisam zakasnila na bus kakvo čudo sva haaoy a ono u šk čisti užas bila sam u totalnom k****!!! ono ja i " prijateljica" stavljam navodnike jel jest da smo se pomirile al.....nije to ono... smo se tako počastile riječima uostalom sami se tomu prisustovali tj, moji iz razreda! al zaboli me sad sam opet dobro raspoložena pa nek ode sve k vr... he he
sutra moram sa sister u makarsku napokon slobodna cijelo popodne yeah
Čovjek ne može doći do samoostvarenja, ako je usredotočen samo na sebe. Samoostvarenje je tek posljedica ljubavi prema bližnjemu
Pogledi
šaputanja,
dokazuju mi da postojim.
Zle slutnje stežu moje misli,
neprimjerene mojim osjećajima,
gubim se u mislima drugih ljudi,
pokazujem smjerove nepoznate,
gubim se u bespućima ljudskog postojanja,
razmišljanja o vlastitoj biti
negativnošću nabijen,
bez životnog cilja
tako lako,
odsutajem od života
podarenog od Boga.
Zrak tako svjež i mekan,
prsti poput nježne skupe svile ostavljaju obrise na mojim usnama.
Mekani oblaci,
smijeh koji ne prestaje,
topli zvonki glasovi,
svijet kakvog na zemlji nema.
Pod mojim prstima,
prah i pepeo tvoje ljubavi.
Bacam čini uskovitlane rijeke,
potonule lađe davnih sječanja izlaze iz blatnih tla.
Pulsirajuće mnoštvo negativne energije.
Nemam snage da te ne volim....
Tisuće suza da isplačem,
godine ispratim iznova.
Opet mislim o meni i tebi kao nekoć se vratim.
Nema mene ako ne mislim na tebe--
Život mi se smije,
prijatelji guštaju,
da se utapam u tugi za tobom drage volje dopuštaju...
Nemam snage da te ne volim....
IME:Franka
ŽIVIM U: Bristu iako bi volila da živim nekom većem mjestu a ne u ovoj ru...
VOLIM:spavat, slušat muziku, od nje slušam sve i nisam orijentirana samo prema jedno vrsti....
školu-samo radi društva,i naravno sve što vole mladi!!
NEVOLIM!:naporne osobe, škrte e to mrzim...školu_zbog učenja to se podrazumjeva!....
NAJ EKIPA: jope, anći, pere, marko, kike, ivona....poozz svima
ako netko hoće pisat nek piše na:
franka-veza@net.hr
ili frany6veza@yahoo.com
...to bi bilo sve...:
GREEN DAY
WHEN I COME AROUND
I heard you crying loud,
all the way across town
You've been searching for that someone,
and it's me out on the prowl
As you sit around feeling sorry for yourself
Don't get lonely now
Dry your whining eyes
I'm just roaming for the moment
Sleazin' my back yard so don't get so uptight
you been thinking about ditching me
No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
I heard it all before
So don't knock down my door
I'm a loser and a user so I don't need no accuser
to try and slag me down because I know I'm right
So go do what you like
Make sure you do it wise
You may find out that your selfdoubt means nothing
was ever there
You can't go forcing something if it's just not right
No time to search the world around
Cause you know where I'll be found
When I come around
When I come around
LETTERBOMB
Nobody likes you...
Everyone left you...
They're all out without you...
Having fun...
Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high
The dummy failed the crash test
Collecting unemployment checks
Like a flunkie along for a ride
Where have all the riots gone
As your city's model gets pulverized?
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse!
The town bishop is an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist
Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your fucking life
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late
There's nothing left to analyze
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?
And don't look back!!!
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your father's raise and your mother's love
Made me the idiot America
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late
She said I can't take this place
I'm leaving it behind
Well she said I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight
he he 
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