Tuesday, March 10, 2009

What does it really mean to be me? Stress, melancholy and fatigue all the time. Bu you know what? I love it. This is how i have made my life. I's like to think I'm independent. I speak loudly. I cry hard and laugh even harder. I do everything passionately and I truly love life, even though most of the time I'm complaining that life sucks. I get mad easily and my anger dissolves easily. I am all for love and peace. On rare occasions I wish I'd been born a man. 

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Une do shterngoj romancat e mia e ti do shterngosh kufjet duke degjuar Redin, Sandrin apo Pirron. Sigurisht vetmine do e shoqerojm me tym duahni dhe lot. Ska si te jete ndryshe. Melankolia shkon  vetem me shije nikotine, trishtim dhe nate. Per mua e ardhmja nuk do vinka kurre e  ndersa ti qan per dje. Me trego kur do qeshim ne ?Apo kur te jemi me miliona kilometra larg njera tjetres.