The Dream..

So.. What can i say, i`m living the London dream, my dream.

I wished for this to happen so many years and now i`m finally here, but i still have to dream about all the things i want to do... sadly, i still have long way to go!
Sometimes i wish the time could go faster, faster then it`s already going... I have four months in my London dream.

The lovely job, as i am calling it gives me headaches, but sadly it`s the only thing i can do, it`s not even close to what i wanted to do.. dreaming is one thing and real life is another... Time is blocking my vision!

Time is all i`m fighting against, time, the only thing that can make it go really fast would be if i could sleep, i feel i can sleep for ages, my mind is tired, i feel tired from blocking myself from saying what i feel and think..
I`m still asking myself how i`m gonna survive here, here where people like to fuck with your head, here where they like to see a fake smile on you face, here where people don`t even know you, no, but i still have to try...

But under all bad things that happened to me, deep down i`m happy.. i finally have people that like me for who i am, they are not trying to make more different then i am.
I left shitty Romania, because of the people, because of my parents.. i just can`t stand the judgement in their eyes, always expecting more, always wanting more, i felt like on the runway a million eyes watching me.


And i was still doing mistakes..

Now i can finally tell them to fuck off, because now i really don`t give a fuck about it anymore...

I have to end it for the day.. hope is not to boring, the story of my life, the sad thing is that i haven`t written anything in a long time, ahhh well practice makes perfect!