utorak, 05.08.2008.
Uspio si slomiti već slomljeno srce...
Nastavljam dalje. Moram. I zadnja nada je nestala. Nije mu nimalo stalo. Sad sam sigurna u to. Citiram jedan mudar komentar na moj prošli post: Ak nije skužio dosad kolko ti znači, onda ni neće. Zato, teško je, al kreni dalje... Hoću, krenut ću dalje. I bit ću sretna. Bez njega.
Uspjet ću. Znam da hoću. Već se meni sviđa jedan drugi lik 
, al sumnjam da će bit nešt od toga 
. Jedva čekam dan grada da se okupi ekipa iz razreda. Fale mi... A što se NJEGA tiče, drž'te mi fige da ga prebolim... Svima veliki pozz! 
petak, 01.08.2008.
Heart don't fail me now, courage don't desert me, don't turn back now that we're here
Ah, evo, novi post... Nakon dosta vremena. Al bit će bezveze post. Zašto? Zato što ne znam šta da pišem. A zašto ne znam šta da pišem? Zato što sam zbunjena. A zašto sam zbunjena? Zbog one osobe koja mi već godinu dana ne izlazi iz misli.
Možda sam još uvijek zaljubljena... Jer bih toliko toga dala samo da ga zagrlim.
Ali jedno je sigurno: više ništa nije isto...
NIsam zaljubljena. Nisam ni nezaljubljena. Jednostavno sam zbunjena. Ali kad bih mogla birat radije bih bila nezaljubljena. Volim taj osjećaj, ali umorna sam od smišljanja načina kako da mu se približim dok njemu nijedan od tih načina nije dovoljno dobar. Dosta mi je... E da, kad već pišem post danas, mogla bih čestitat bratiću rođendan. Sretan rođendan, Krešo!
I za kraj...
I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift, the baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu----jah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof, you saw her bathing on the roof, her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu----jah
Maybe I have been here before, I know this room; I have walked this floor, I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch, love is not a victory march, it's a cold and its a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu----jah
There was a time you let me know whats really going on below, but now you never show it to me, do you? (and)
Remember when I moved in you; the holy dark was moving too, and every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu----jah
Maybe there's a God above, and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And its not a cry you can hear at night, its not somebody who's seen the light, its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu--jah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelu---u---jah
