Saturday, April 16, 2011

Plastic Bag

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag? I hate that song..but now I finally understand it.

Today was our drama thingie in Independence Square.

No parental support and bf was AWOL...yay Me!

A took his shirt off...he let me touch his abs. B danced with me and I put my arms around his neck.

S was however quite present in my mind. And Ellinad remained as stiff and rigid as possible. Why do I have to stick my nose up? Why can't I just have fun like everyone else?

Then I think maybe this is just who I am. Why can't they accept it? Why do I have to change?

Its probably for the best that I didn't dance with A or B. Might have complicated things further. We all know how emotionally attached I get.


Sigh...


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