Actually, sleeping is not that bad. I like it. But i would totally prefer to sleep forever, never wake up, you know? Like dying.
I've never ever gone with a psychologist. It's funny how people think that someone who doesn't know you can change you, just because they think they can do it doesn't mean I'm going to change the way I am and if you don't like the way I am, oh well, I'm really very sorry, nothing is going to change. Deal with it.
Let's talk about love. Have I had a boyfriend? Nice question. But no, I haven't, love wasn't meant to be for everyone, I mean, I can barely survive through school, how could I surviven through love? Oh I will die the very first time.
I was probably nothing, but I felt like the world.
I'm getting hungry. 12 pm. Great. Just when I get to the kitchen is Jena, playing around with some sticks.
"Jena, what the hell are you doing playing with sticks at the kitchen?" I say while I get the sticks out of her hands and placing them on the trash.
"Sorry, I was bored and hungry." Answers Jena with a shy voice but she is smiling. "Where's mamma?"
"oh, um. I don't know, maybe she's at work" I go to the refrigerator and get some orange juice for both.
"I went to the park and a guy told me their friends are very nice kids" she says and then she grabs a Peppa glass. "But they aren't, they are so mean" then she drinks the juice I just left there.
"Jena" I say while I look at her. "Maybe the world it's full of nice people and if you can't find one, then be one".
