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Última publicación sáb, feb 7, 2015
Keď som sa ráno zobudila mala som pocit ,že je predomnóu celkom obyčajný deň, ale nebol.
Dnes ma čakal môj prví deň na tábore" Úsmev". Už len s toho mena mi bolo zle. Vôbec sa mi tam nechce ísť. Rodičia ma tam na leto strčili aby mali odomňa pokoj. Je to mesačný tábor o to horšie. ,, Lara"! počula som mamu ako na mňa s kuchine kričí.
Ako polomŕtva som sa dovalila do kuchine a sadla som si za stôl. Mama hneď spustila ,, Tak ako sa tešíš?" a položila predo mňa misku čokoládových
guliček s mliekom. Namiesto odpovede som na ňu hodila neprítomný víraz. ,, Viem, že sa ti na ten tábor nechce ísť Lara, ale je to len pre tvoje dobro musíš si nájsť nejakých kamarátov". Do kuchine vošiel otec sadol si vedľa mňa a spítal sa ma tú istú priblblú otázku. ,,No ako tešíš sa na prví deň na tábore?" Odjedla som si z miski a spítala sa. ,, Musím tam ísť?" Otec sa pousmial a povedal že sa už o tom predsa bavili. Naštvaná som hodila misku do umývački a išla hore do izby. Začala som si napchávať kufre.
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Echo of the Past
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Tell Me You Love Me Too
Umpisa pa lang alam ko sa sarili ko na hindi mo naman susuklian ang pagmamahal na nararamdaman ko para sa'yo. Una pa lang alam ko ng kapatid lang ang tingin mo sa akin habang sa kaniya tingin mo ay magiging asawa at maging nanay ng mga anak mo. Alam ko. Sa umpisa pa lang alam na alam ko. Pero kahit totoong alam ko sa sarili ko ang bagay na 'yan. Mas pinili kong magbulagbulagan kasi akala ko makikita mo din ako, hindi bilang kaibigan o kapatid kundi bilang isang babae. Akala ko sa paglipas ng panahon ay matututunan mo din akong mahalin at piliin kahit pa iniwan ka niya. Akala ko mapapalitan ko siya sa puso mo. Ngunit sa paglipas ng panahon. Mas lalong maging malinaw ang lahat. Naging sobrang linaw na hindi na kayang maging bulag bulagan. Hindi ko maiwasang mag tanong kung anong mali sa sarili ko. Ako naman yung nandito sa tabi mo pero bakit hindi ako? Bakit kahit wala na siya ay kalaban ko pa din siya diyan sa puso mo? Bakit kahit wala na siya ay kahati ko pa din siya sa diyan sa atensyon mo? Bakit... Bakit hinihintay mo pa din siyang bumalik sa'yo?Concluida
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