eva.

i am writing this knowing that probably no one will see it. 
          
          i miss you so much. i know it was my fault you left, but i just couldn’t be with you. i like you so much it’s killing me. and it hurts more thinking we don’t have a chance anymore and that i hurt you. you probably already moved on, but i find myself helpless. i just want us to talk again like we used to. i want to hear your voice again. i want you to tease me and laugh at me while i try to play your games. i want to hug you and be next to you. i miss you so much. 

i’m back. thinking of writing a new (16+) story. kinda excited. 

this pandemic is killing me. 

the metaphor of my euphoria. 

i’m still alive. 

Îmi cer iertare dacă deranjez, însă aş dori să îți sugerez participarea la un proiect susținut de către mine. 
          La momentul actual scriu o carte care implică exprimarea părerilor oamenilor de pretutindeni, în ea vor fi scrise opinii, sentimente proprii legate de situatii specifice, comentarii analitice, sau prezentarea subiectelor  diverse, precum sărăcia, încălzirea globală, egalitatea, trecutul, și orice mai doresc  persoanele respective să abordeze.
          Dacă dorești să participi aş fi încântată, te voi anunța că vei rămâne sub anonimat pentru a păstra ideea originală a cărții

it’s a metaphor, you put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to kill you. 

i’m not your 5 minute 
          cigarette break,
          you cannot
          light me up
          whenever you’re 
          in the mood 
          and throw me
          away
          when you’re done.