Good girls go to Heaven, bad girls go wherever they want…
In my life I’ve been through lots of changes. I’m neither in Heaven nor exactly where I dreamt to be but in a constant journey of finding myself and happiness.
I had my bitchy moments, my teenage party-hard times, my rock’n roll and “live fast, love hard, die young” motto. I had my fantasies (and amazingly some of them came true) and I had my share of power.
I also had my very good-girl time, all sweet and loving, unselfish, small and humble. Of course it didn’t last long ‘cause when you’re small and humble apparently the others tend to crush you. And again you build walls and cover with armors and surround yourself with spears and produce poison, sweet poison…
And here comes the irony in life and love: when you desperately love someone you bump into a cold rock that will never love you back equally- equal doesn’t exist in love! And when somebody else adores you will be just walls and fangs and venom…
...and bad boys goes to hell, but unfortunatly I love them!
ReplyDeletep.s. I love your motto :*
Oh, my dear Onicik, they go to hell and we would love to see them burn there:))))))but you know what they say : it must be worst first so it can be better! for us, of course :-* big kiss
ReplyDeleteIn my opinion, being an ice queen is worst then burning in hell. Turning to ice is something similar to "the boy stole my ball, i'm gonna run in my room and cry", instead of getting over your fears. Relationships...it takes a lot of courage to get into and maintain a relationship. And yes, the beauty part is that nothing is equal, but the ballance must be sustained by something, and usually that something is the magic that blinds, or giving back, or making compromises. Building walls and spitting venom is the easiest way. But I have learned in life never to follow the easy way, cos usually the hard way is the best one to follow, the path that teaches you the most. That's why I always try to keep a warm opened heart, because when it burns, you feel it alive...but when it's cold, is as good as dead.
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