tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47786236282376914762024-03-13T01:21:49.144+00:00Carol's lifeLOVE IS LOUDER THAN THE PRESSURE TO BE PERFECT.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.comBlogger312125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-61691994646105347372015-12-16T23:01:00.000+00:002015-12-16T23:01:30.935+00:00holding hands Have you ever dream about someone holding your hand?<br />
Did you feel it?<br />
Who was that?<br />
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I had this crazy dream. I was lying on the floor, was very cold and I couldn't move. Someone reached the hand and helped me get up and I hold my hand as we were looking for a way out from this massive house. I don't know that person, I haven't seen the face but they didn't let me go. And all I remember I that feeling of holding hands. The warm I could feel.<br />
Have no idea what's the meaning of my dream but it makes me feel there's either something missing in my life or I am very lucky to have someone who I can trust but I keep forgetting that....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-24627950008565954002015-12-07T00:52:00.001+00:002015-12-07T00:52:21.175+00:00Culture Club: Do You Really Want To Hurt Me (Denmark + Winter Re:Imagined)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pVh6QfX1XC4" width="480"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-48408024540299135632015-10-04T22:58:00.002+01:002015-10-04T23:02:32.401+01:00lost... literally, lost...I cannot believe I haven't being here for almost 10 months.<br />
Plenty of things happened over that time.<br />
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I had my ups and downs, little romance with depression, almost quit my job, fall in love, gave up on idea of being in love, lost friends, made some new friendships, graduated, decided to take a gap year, applied for a new job, gave up on new job and started uni to top up my degree, was fighting with my family and friends, now I'm making up to them for being such a horrible little bitch and I'm here, sitting in front of the screen cause after all, it's the only place where I could say how I actually feel.<br />
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and I feel lost. I feel like there's no other way out, no possibility for being me, no strength for fighting.<br />
Sometimes too many opportunities are coming and you think you made a right decision, everybody's happy with your decision like you couldn't make a better one but you're having second thoughts because it might not be the time for such a move, like you should have wait. That's probably the reason why I feel lost because I don't want to give up on my dream and I don't want to disappoint people who believe in me. I don't want my family to be ashamed of me, To crush their trust and support that they've put in me. These people. They gave me so much. I have promised them I'll fight and I'm afraid I can't keep that promise. I just can't.<br />
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I feel like I'm in the corner of a room and all I want is to disappear. Even just for a while. For a short moment or a blink of an eye. Funny, isn't it? The girl who never wanted to be alone, who has so many friends and based hers life on making others happy, making their life special wants to be alone, is separating herself from people caring about her.<br />
I don't know is this the best idea but it's the only one I've got. I'm exhausted. My mind wants to sleep, not to think about problems, to stop rewinding past in order to find moments when everything started falling apart because I can't go back to make them right. I don't know what to do. I'm tired of trying to be perfect, smiley, building the facade of happy girl who's never giving up... <br />
Should I really take a year off in order to figure out what do I want from my life, what do I want from and for myself? Time off to clear my head and to make the stress go because I don't know how long, how much my body can take. Falling apart... Losing ground...<br />
Temptation is big. On the other hand, education was my biggest dream and when it was taken away from me I was devastated. New opportunities came and I gave them up because of another chance for having a full degree. I took it. and now I feel like I'm missing a piece. I've started regretting my decision. Doubts are not helping in finding the balance.<br />
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Wish I could be a stone... Lying by the road. Not having any feeling, no emotions or choices, nothing. Just lying there.<br />
Nothing's right. Not like it used to be. Just wanna get back the balance, the life that was making me happy. Real smiles instead of fake ones. Eyes wide open, deep breaths.<br />
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But first I have to figure out do I want to run and jump or do I want to write another chapter. Because it might be too early to finish the book of life....<br />
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Manchester is under the snow. It looks lovely. Stockport is full of white powder too and t makes me homesick even more.<br />
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"The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them and others you don’t, but in the end they’re the people you always come home to. Sometimes it’s the family you’re born into. And sometimes it’s the one you make for yourself."</div>
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looks alike I'm coming here in trouble or when I've got a question or problem.</div>
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I'm afraid I'm not progressing as fast as I would like to. and I keep failing and hurting people who I love. </div>
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Everything happening around is touching me but only slightly. Like wind, not evolving the changes but you can feel it. but it's not forcing you to take any steps against it. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-81334893226752770232014-10-15T23:17:00.002+01:002014-10-15T23:17:44.570+01:00small foolsometimes it's about time to fly. we all have wings. just not all of us know how to straight them.<br />
never thought my wings can fly with the wind.<br />
was afraid of using them leaving my safe place.<br />
but it's different now and I'm growing up, turning into a person I always wanted to be.<br />
in about a year my wings will take me far away. that's the plan. but time will show.<br />
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I feel like last few months were under control of a gremlin who enjoyed watching me falling apart over and over again. and trust me there's nothing cool in having your soul broken apart every day. you can take it once, maybe twice. but not more. cause it's killing you on the inside.<br />
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I was not only afraid to face myself but to face my pain. Now I know that I was an emotional wreck and how to deal with that.<br />
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Maybe becoming a grown-up is about going through harsh days on our own, learning our lessons with a teacher and dealing with pain (here should underline that first pain is leaving but the one that hurts the most is mostly caused by us reminding, thinking and saying horrible things when looking into mirror) .<br />
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6 weeks and 3 days. nothing will change. one year older. maybe one year wiser.<br />
one year closer to becoming a true grown-up.<br />
we'll see.<br />
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everything is changin', happenin' so fast.<br /><br />
takin' a lot on my head, running around doing more than should<br /><br />
but I am happy. even without himAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-53801894147542273452014-09-12T22:39:00.003+01:002014-09-12T22:39:37.527+01:00one song and thousand thoughts...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And we keep running away from ourselves,<br />
from problems,<br />
from people<br />
from the present<br />
from the past<br />
we keep running away because our wounds are still open and we're not strong enough to confront the world<br />
maybe we're still kids who need a help to solve the mystery maybe we're not who we taught we are.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-57038558680697774652014-09-08T22:04:00.001+01:002014-09-08T22:04:19.757+01:00I've been told to be the best but at the same time they were tellin' me I'm not good enough. Didn't matter what I did, I heard 'she sucks. she can't do anythin' good' and I believed that.<br />
I believed I'm worse than others, I believed whatever I'll say will be stupid (because I am stupid) and my dreams are pointless because I'm not good enough to make them come true. Because I'm ordinary.<br />
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My point is that I don't fell ordinary. I never did. I was always different. Maybe crazy. I know what people think about me and that it's hard to like me without tryin' to know me ( because who wants to be friends with a crazy person. )<br />
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I know I'm silly, childish, sometimes even immature but it doesn't mean I'm worse or stupid. Maybe I see things differently. Like today I admitted my brother is fit. and people were like whoa you can't say that. well I can. It's a fact. he's fit. and as his sister I should admit it. I know how much effort he puts to look good, how much time he spends at the gym, takes vitamins, drinks shakes. I know all of that and I'm proud of him cause he does it for himself nor society or girls.<br />
I see things black or white. There's good and there's evil. Simple.<br />
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I've learnt few things recently about myself and I'm going to develop this amazing knowledge about my weird brain.<br />
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We can't destroy someone because we think he's different, we can't tell 'em they're useless or ordinary. Because everyone is different in their own extraordinary magical way. We breath with the same air, our hearts pomp blood in the same way, we're looking at the same blue sky so why trying to be better by making others feel small? It doesn't make you taller. It makes you a cheater. You can be better at something like riding a bike, singing or making films but non of us have the power or acquiescence to be better than others because of their status, money or body.<br />
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God, I'm so happy I'm no longer in high school. But with what I've learnt in England about life and Carol so far, I would be walking with my head high. But high school is in the past. Buried deep down.<br />
now is present. brand new day.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-20894320619325757372014-09-08T00:32:00.003+01:002014-09-08T00:32:58.838+01:00slowly pieces are coming together to create something big.<br />
going to Poland next month, 2weeks later going to Paris.<br />
couldn't be happier.<br />
and my own McDreamy came back. and I was worried cause 2 guys is too much. we'll see. wanna be on my own now. it's the me time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-67840910251412651442014-08-12T22:11:00.001+01:002014-08-12T22:11:36.073+01:00Evanescence~ Missing (lyrics)<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/0iq20WeXTpA" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />
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not gonna talk, not gonna breathe,<br /><br />
it'll be like I do not exist<br /><br />
and then I'll come back<br /><br />
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Now, I'm not posting a lot and I'm sorry for that. Wanna write about so many things but I'm working all the time and haven't got much time left for sharing my thoughts and experiences with you, strangers and friends.<br />
but I promised to do sth to change that for better ;)<br />
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Now it's raining so I'm gonna dedicate myself to the chilled weather, wind and chilled music by Delilah so I can think about changes I'm about to do as I'm at the point of redefining my life.<br />
But let's keep new definitions for the next post. when I'll be able to share it and speak out loud about changes.....<br />
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Love you all,<br />
C xxxxxx Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-73885081959557169472014-07-05T22:56:00.001+01:002014-07-05T22:56:07.242+01:00Röyksopp -You don't have a clue<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/Y0kDUXGkywk" width="480"></iframe><br /><br />
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we were programmed for wanting and expecting.<br />
We were taught to give and to let go.<br />
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Sometimes I feel like we're expecting to much from the life and so called 'faith'. We're forgetting that we're our faith and destiny. What ever we do, the consequences of our moves, that's our faith. Our destiny.<br />
We want too much. We expect too much. From people around us, from strangers, friends. From ourselves.<br />
We focus too much on waiting for the big unknown instead of creating it. <br />
Yes, you might not know but you can create that amazing thing waiting for you behind the mountain.<br />
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I always wanted to feel something special, wanted to be better than others, wanted to be different, to be the one and only. I wanted to trust people and not have to worry about tomorrow cause they'll be there for me. I wanted all of that more than anything.<br />
But obviously, I expected too much from them, from myself. And here I am. Sad, with tears in my eyes in front of my laptop thinking, the only thing I'm sure in my life is that I'm working all day tomorrow.<br />
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We can't treat people like subjects, we can't just expect them to act the certain way (the way we want them to act/be or whatsoever). We had to learn that we can't take things from people and not give anything in return. Whenever I'm making a friendship with someone and it means something for me, I'm giving them a piece of me, my Nana calls it connection. we're linked with people who are important. Simple exchange but with big invisible power.<br />
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And here comes the 'let go' lesson.<br />
Because sometimes those people have to go, without you, you have to let them go. And it hurts. Hurts as hell. It's like losing a part of yourself, part of your own being. It's total insanity. You're in pieces, maybe they are too.<br />
And you're thinking, did I want too much? What I've done wrong? Maybe I expected too much? Maybe I didn't give them enough/ what they wanted / etc.<br />
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I wonder who will be part of my life in 10 years, will the people who are in it now stay with me? I have no idea. I have to stop being a wanting/expecting pussy and create my own faith without giving pieces of Carol to people who clearly don't deserve to be called friends. I have to stop trusting and believe that people don't change into monsters and they are the same lovely awesome bffs. Because they're not. People do change, for better, for worse.<br />
It's sad that I can't be there to help them, to pull them out from that shit.<br />
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We are the lords of our lifes.<br />
No more begging, nor trusting, wanting, expecting.<br />
Don't teach me everything.<br />
Don't say what to do.<br />
Just be with me. In silence, in laugh, for good or for bad. That's what friends are for.<br />
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Be human. Not a pussy.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-29871353658565247462014-05-29T21:11:00.000+01:002014-05-29T21:11:00.702+01:00I spoke to Serena, she's really down now. She lost a friend few weeks ago and she lost herself for a guy who's not noticing her. She was my 'looking-upto' model. She was strong, independent and mature. She's nothing alike that girl I met months ago. She sent me a link to the quote -> <a class="mainquote" href="http://www.searchquotes.com/quotation/Why_is_it_so_hard_to_get_over_someone_that_never_even_loved_you%3F_Why_is_it_no_one_understands_your_p/481765/" style="background-color: white; color: #232323; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19.5px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-decoration: none;" title="Why is it so hard to get over someone that never even loved you? Why is it no one understands your pain? Why is they never understand that when we say I'm Fine it's always a lie? Why is it we've been telling people I'm fine for so long they never even see behind the masks we wear? We get pushed to the limit, we break and we do the same thing over and over again and they still never figure it out. My only question is, Why?">Why is it so hard to get over someone that never even loved you? Why is it no one understands your pain? Why is they never understand that when we say I'm Fine it's always a lie? Why is it we've been telling people I'm fine for so long they never even see behind the masks we wear? We get pushed to the limit, we break and we do the same thing over and over again and they still never figure it out. My only question is, Why?</a><br />
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I don't know what more can I do for her. She's in pieces and I feel like I'm an useless friend :(<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-64760498052334130762014-05-22T13:03:00.000+01:002014-05-22T13:03:50.050+01:00music changes everythingwhenever I'm feeling down or happy music's there with me. Making me feel positive about everything.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-19409343970594670622014-05-22T01:07:00.001+01:002014-05-22T01:07:55.831+01:00I've changed. a lot.<br />
and now I feel like a fallen angel.<br />
and it feels so good....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-46351929319404227872014-05-20T11:58:00.001+01:002014-05-20T11:58:16.333+01:00looking back....This year had a good start, I was happy, everything looked good and perspectives were amazing and I still feel like it's gonna be my year, a year when impossible is possible and I'm finding my way.<br />
Well, last few weeks were hard and few things changed. Maybe I've changed, a little bit.<br />
It's a good change though.<br />
The summer break will be a big test what I'm capable of and am I ready for next big steps. I hope I am as my beautiful domino decided to fall and I had to repair few things. Summer plans were smashed by reality but I'm not going to surrender just because of few little failures the universe sent on me.<br />
I'm coming back stronger and hungry. The hunger of success is big.<br />
Hope my body is ready for changes 'cause my soul is not going to fail this time.<br />
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C xxxxAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-17730674486692969722014-05-16T23:56:00.002+01:002014-05-16T23:56:39.572+01:00yeah I know,<br />
I haven't been here for a while, but there was a factual to be made, new series of \eskay today, all the deadlines and assessments.<br />
but I'm back and I've got a song for ya.<br />
and I'm gonna be here during the summer ;)<br />
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so stick around. ;)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-3159781982452164142014-03-30T21:27:00.001+01:002014-03-30T21:27:41.436+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I hope y'all gonna have an amazing week :)<br />
Mine's will be extremely busy as I've got a deadline on Friday but can't complete my project cause have an interview on Tuesday and still have to record VO (on Wednesday).<br />
so please, keep your fingers crossed for me ;)<br />
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xxxxxxxxAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05937146257985461433noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4778623628237691476.post-45250355807140368932014-03-20T22:03:00.001+00:002014-03-20T22:03:24.927+00:00no make-up selfieYou've probably noticed new facebook trend - no make-up selfie as an awarness of cancer and form of supporting charities.<div>
I'm sorry but I don't see the point of taking a pic and posting in on facebook. That's what we do everyday and I have no idea how's that supporting any charity. You're not donating anything, not supporting or volunteering in this big war with the cancer. </div>
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I went shopping today and when came to paying cashier asked me do I wanna donate a pound or more for a charity. Yeah, why not. It's real money goin' to 'em and helping in the cancer research </div>
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