I should be mad at you. I should be mad at you for making me feel baffled and unsure. For treating me nicely and making me feel special then, in a second - just like a bubble, disappearing into thin air. I should be mad at you. In my heart and in my head, I should have you easily erased. But I already love you. And hating you would have to be difficult. I guess I would have to hold these feelings for you for long. Of love and of hurt. And that sucks.
Posted on Wednesday October 5th
About me
Oy! My name is Antonette. I love chicklit so much that it makes me think that I'm such a total nitwit. I blab too much and I blab too fast. A self-proclaimed karaoke diva. I love indie, rock n' roll but Britney's still my number one hero. My friends are the Arctic Monkeys, Rumer, Cold War Kids, The XX, Matt and Kim, Friendly Fires, Kele, Architecture in Helsinki, New Found Glory, and a whole lot more. I love books, music, design, and what. And also Neil Etheridge. The O.C. is still the best show ever. I keep myself away from cigarette smokers or what I call as insensitive air pollutants. If I get mad at you, you can always bribe me with boxes of Bizu macarons. And Colombian coffee. TYFYT.
P.S. I am not anorexic.
