Happiness.

Once upon a time a girl fell in love. Her brain stopped working, she started feeling that she should change her hair colour to blond and she started changing. May be she is just a fool, but she can´t help it. She is happy. For the first time in her life.(Which is sad and great at the same time.)

This relationship stuff is a mutherf.cker

My mind is stuck. Stuck on one piece of information, analyzing it from all the angles possible. When did I turn into this obsessive irrational person? I myself do not know the exact point, but I guess it has a lot to do with certain someone. And now I am not sure what way to react. The worst thing is that I do not know what would be rational and what irrational anymore. Is it rational to run or is it just a way to let the fear inside me show itself. Is it irrational to stay once you know sthg or would it be totally rational to stay because in reality feelings and experiences have not changed? Are we who we were and what we did in the past or are we just who we are now? Dammit

I guess people are bound to be surprised every day. Some surprises are bigger, some are small, some are pleasant, some not so much.
But I guess I will stick to Carrie Bradshaw: "Men who have had a lot of sexual partners are not called sluts. They're called very good kissers, a few are even called romantics."