sexta-feira, 1 de julho de 2011


I used to think, when I was younger, that when you are fifteen, everything seems to be different, wonderful.

"Wow, you are fifteen!"

Yes, I am. But why everything looks the same? So unfifteen...

Fifteen feels like a received message from someone you don't love. From someone who doesn't love you either. And "wow, you're wishing me happiness? Thanks!", but what it really means? What means to be fifteen? I'm fifteen, but I don't know. Why fifteen must be special? Why all other girls must have a special fifteen when it's not to me? I'm just jealous, cause maybe, when I was younger, people used to say:

"Imagine your fifteen's."

Actually, I think, I broke my own heart, with meaningless words. 

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