Who ARE you ?

Unele persoane s'au schimbat asa de mult. Din fiinte minunate pe care le adoram, in javre ordinare pe care imi vine sa le torturez in cele mai groaznice moduri.
Serios, Diana, ai ajuns in ultimul hal.
Erai o persoana minunata pt. care ma "intreceam" cu Dunny. Si acum regret ca faceam asta. Am realizat, in sfarsit ca NU MERITI.
Asta e adevarul. Nu. Meriti.
Ai ajuns o jigodie, o jivina pe care as fi preferat sa nu o cunosc. Si de ce ? Totul din cauza unui bou, pe care l'ai cunoscut si cu prima ocazie l'ai ridicat in slavi. Asta dupa ce spuneai, la fel ca si mine, ca e un idiot, un sarlatan.
Si uite ce ai devenit. O CLONA a lui. Te porti exact ca el si ma vorbesti pe la spate. CULMEA, cu Denisa. Tu gandesti, macar ?
Ar fi atatea lucruri pe care ti le'as putea spune, dar nu imi permit. Vocabularul ar fi mult prea colorat.
Mult. Prea.
Pentru a insuma tot ce am spus, imi trebuie doar o fraza. Una scurta. Si suna cam asa:

Am ajuns sa TE URASC.

Intr'adevar. Iti pasa mai mult de ALA, decat de persoana care a fost MEREU langa tine. [n.r: Dunny]

Stii ce ? Ia'ti noul ego si INDEASA'TI'L PE GAT!

And have a nice day. Bitch. :)

Once upon a time...

..there was an unlucky girl. All she wanted was to be happy. So one day, she went to a clover field.

There, she found a one-leaf clover, but she dropped it on the road.
She found a two-leaf clover, but it slipped into the shadows.
She found a three-leaf clover, but a witch hid it away.
She wanted to find a four-leaf clover, but she was too UNLUCKY.

So, the poor unlucky girl, continued skipping on the clover field, with her red ball. As it bounced, the ball went down a hill. As if possessed, it continued rolling down the hill, until it reached a house. As she approaches the deserted house with a creepy demeanor, chasing her ball, the girl's attention is drawn to the sinister appearance of the house. The ball bounces up the stairs, and into the open door. Pausing for a moment, the girl grasps at the house, that appeared to be staring her. Not wanting to lose her precious ball, she cautiously entered the house. Once in the house, she looks around, seeing the decayed mess, that was once an obviously beautiful mansion.
Walking through the endless hall, she stares at every inch of the house, mesmerized by their details. Suddenly, she hears a strong, deafening sound. She turns around and runs back at the door. But, as she gets there, she is horrified, seeing the blank wall where the door once stood.
Frightened, she runs down the first hallway she sees, looking down every once in a while, only to see the mansion bending to its will. Hopeless, the girl sneaks in a corner and starts weeping...After a little while, she gets up and continues running deeper into the house. Drowsiness started to take over her body, replacing fear, little by little. She falls asleep, in the middle of the house. Everything is silent, only cracks being heard here and there. A shadow keeps watching her. She wakes up the next day, still frightened, still cold and still dirty. She opens up her eyes and sees a plate, with some food, enough to keep her alive. She feels watched, and she shyly eats the food that was placed besides her. She doesn’t want to starve, even if she can’t hold on staying in that house, anymore. Everyday, the same scenario: she opens her eyes while foggy remnants of her dreams fade away from her memory's grasp, she wishes she could get out of the house, but of course she can’t. One day, she wakes up, in panic. After 10 years in that doomed mansion, her skin is pale and dirty. The sun hasn't touched her flesh for over a decade. She is dressed in a ragged dress, time letting its mark on both the girl and her clothes. As she gets up, she sees a meal placed on a silver plate, as every day before that, and a figure passing by. That figure has become her only love, her only hate, her only friend, her only foe. She only exists to destroy him, but she lives for him. She fears and loves him at the same time. She can hear him, his heart pounding in her head. She can smell him. After 10 years of living with him, she developed many emotions for him.
She wants to touch him and feel him, she wants to talk to him, tell her why he keeps her here. She can't go on like this, the mansion bending everyday into something new. She never knows what she'll wake up to. She's afraid to fall asleep.
She wonders if she's trapped there forever and everyday she hopes not.
However, deep down her soul, in a corner of her heart, she KNOWS she'll never escape the haunted house.
She’s trapped there forever.