Felicita
Felicita
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Roman-Catholic - Feminist - Friend - Hipster - Dreamer - Gymnast - Book Lover - Singer - All or Nothing
She was too quiet
or she was too loud
She took things too seriously
or not seriously at all
She was too sensitive
or too cold-hearted
She hated with every fibre of her being
or loved with every piece of her heart
There was no in-between for her, it was eiter all or nothing
She wanted everything but settled for nothing
You don't ever really let go. though. You don't stop. You don't stop hurting, you don't stop loving. It doesn't go away, you just keep living and eventually things get pushed into the background of your life, so it's not consuming you every day. And then one day you know you're okay. It still hurts. You still miss her. And yeah, you forget the details. The way she smelled, the way she laughed, how her skin felt, the sound of her voice. It's almost like a different life, a different person that loved her, was with her. But on day-to-day level, you know you're okay. Sort of.
Makes sure you won't ever regret things you haven't done. You never know what might happen...
She was too quiet
or she was too loud
She took things too seriously
or not seriously at all
She was too sensitive
or too cold-hearted
She hated with every fibre of her being
or loved with every piece of her heart
There was no in-between for her, it was eiter all or nothing
She wanted everything but settled for nothing
Dear you,
I hate days like today,
when every single thing I see
reminds me of you.
I hate days like today,
when every single song I hear
somehow relates to you.
I hate days like today,
when every single person I meet
somehow looks like you.
I hate days like today,
when every single thing I do
makes me realise how much I miss you.
I hate days like today,
when every single thing I see
reminds me of you.
I hate days like today,
when every single song I hear
somehow relates to you.
I hate days like today,
when every single person I meet
somehow looks like you.
I hate days like today,
when every single thing I do
makes me realise how much I miss you.
You don't ever really let go. though. You don't stop. You don't stop hurting, you don't stop loving. It doesn't go away, you just keep living and eventually things get pushed into the background of your life, so it's not consuming you every day. And then one day you know you're okay. It still hurts. You still miss her. And yeah, you forget the details. The way she smelled, the way she laughed, how her skin felt, the sound of her voice. It's almost like a different life, a different person that loved her, was with her. But on day-to-day level, you know you're okay. Sort of.
Makes sure you won't ever regret things you haven't done. You never know what might happen...
Invest in people who invest in you
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I'm sorry for my late reply. Felt good this afternoon and decided not to switch on my laptop. I'm going to a waterpolo game this evening, in Gouda.
1 decennium geledenSo there's something I need to tell you. When I was on holiday, I secretly looked into my mum's phone, because she suddenly had it with her (almost) all the time. She was texting with this man I've never heard of. You know, that's okay. She can do that. But then a few days later I looked again, and the text messages were not so... appropriate..for some people who are just friends anymore. I actually thought it was disgusting to read from your mum. So I looked again another time, and it went on and on. I found out she's going to do something with that man wednesday. Since we're home she said a few times she's going to make appointments, because we're not at home that much too. Now, how I come up with this, is that she went out to get petrol an HOUR ago. It is five minutes by car. So she gets home now -trying to be annoyed- but I really don't believe her story that all the streets were broken up and stuff. I have no idea where that man lives, but I'm kinda suspicious.
So I just wanted to tell you that.
The first poem I've ever written was that poem 'Every night and every day'.
I have this stupid Nokia phone - with qwerty keyboard, but no internet. I want a Samsung whatever, as long as it won't cost that much. I have to pay it all myself.
How I see myself... uuhm. Okay. I think I am fat - in particular my stomach and thighs. I see myself as the quiet girl, who never talks about anything serious with people, because I don't trust them. I can hardly remember the time I was confident. I'm not the person with many friends, never have been. I feel not good enough for people. I see myself as the different one and the one not belonging to the group. I think I'm good at hiding things and lying. I see myself as the forgotten one, not important enough for everyone. I do see myself as smart, although I won't admit. I see myself as the big sister who has to stay problem-less, I see myself as the daughter who doesn't have any problems and insecurities, but has them way too many. And I'm starting to believe I am the person who over reacts and exaggerates a lot. Maybe I do want attention by all this shit happening? I don't know. It are questions racing through my head every day.
Do you still have all your grandparents?
Did they know at your primary school that you were this smart?
How many pairs of shoes do you have?
Hello sweetheart,
1 decennium geledenUnfortunately, I'm not feeling that well. Tummyace, headace, dizzy and all of that shit. So I guess I won't be doing much today, haha. Oh my mom just told me I have to go to somebody's birthday in a few. And we will eat over there. Daamn I don't wanna go I'm sick fuck off okay bye.
Sorry needed to say that haha.
You didn't fall? Good job! Show them you can do something, when they say you can't. That's a good feeling huh.^^ Actually I do have instagram, I'll follow you in a minute(: x
Are you going to do anything nice today?
Oh I wanted to tell you I've finished the fight(s) haha. I guess at least. I was having like, three fights at the same time and I was soooo tired of that. But I finished them. (:
I love you tooo!xx
hi love,
1 decennium geledensorry voor mijn late reactie, but thanks anyway.
x
Yes, I've been there several times. Went to Applepop twice now, and I'm not sure about this year. I may have a badminton tournament, but that's not sure yet. Haven't been to fruitcorso, but a girl from my class always goes and helps. And, the girl from Kapel-Avezaath works at the HEMA there
1 decennium geledenMy favourite number is 21, because my birthday is on 21 November.
I would zap myself to the day I'll attend my new school, after high school. It would be in 2015. It'll save the shitty high school years and I can start all over. I will not have to attend the graduation ceremony. I don't want any of these anymore. Had one last year -when we all got our Checkpoint (Like Cambridge English exam) diplomas- and it was a total disaster. My dad didn't come. It wasn't important enough and he didn't even had the guts to tell me. I had to find out the moment itself. Everyone's parents were there. And mine? He was not there. Cried my eyes out for nights after it.
Celebrity crush -no One Direction allowed!- ?
What's the first word you could say?
Do you have any fears?
If I would be given 1000 euros right now, I'd go to Greece and spent the rest of my time on a beautiful island. I would bring you with me. Money enough.
1 decennium geledenIt seems I sometimes say something in my sleep. Last year when I was on holiday in Luxembourg and I slept in the same room as my niece, she told me I was cursing in my sleep and doing weird things. It was the time I thought about suicide a lot, and it all was slipping away. Maybe it had something to do with it. When I was younger I used to walk in my sleep. Once I fell of the stairs -my mom told me- and I really hurt my knees, but when I woke up the next morning I didn't even know.
The worst book I've ever read. Well, books I can choose myself are never really bad, but the books I have to read for school aren't that nice, I think. So the worst book may be One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, or Lord Of The Flies. Didn't like them. And there are lots of crap books I should've read for Dutch, but somehow I can manage to get a six or slightly lower for the assignment without reading the book, so as long as it won't get any lower.....
Do you like Greek or Latin more, and why?
How many concerts have you been to, and which?
Did you ever consider going to my school, or the other school in my town?
How was your evening?