Sweet dreams

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I am a driver. Driving is one of those few things that can clear my mind - together with listening to loud music, and driving while listening to loud music is even better. Just as riding a bike or swimming (or sex, they say, I don't agree: D), once you learn how to drive, you cannot forget it, even though you lack the practice. I only drive once every couple of months, because for some reasons I don't take my car to Denmark. What happens to my car for at least two years, I think, is that the place where you put the gas is sort of broken, meaning that if before I had to push it a little bit and it would open, now it has to be forced really really badly. It is frustrating to wait at the gas station for 10 minutes and beg for it to open. But - and now the funny thing comes - every goddamn time I go to a gas station and I ask the employee to help me put the gas in and he has trouble in doing it, every single goddamn time I am being asked :" Can you go push the button in th

I will be brief, 'cause I'm on vacation. I wrote a story. Not a biography, not a diary, not a confession. Nevertheless, I put a small piece of my soul into this story. That's it, hope you enjoy it:) http://www.booksie.com/romance/short_story/rose_brown/last-good-night-kiss

Because I love you, I am writing this now. Maybe it is too late, maybe I should have done it earlier, but the song says "only know your lover when you let her go." I always write about unfulfilled dreams and lost love; I have always written out of sadness and misery, I did it to help maybe a little bit the broken heart; the truth is I don't know how joy looks on the paper. I write with tears and my soul is full of tears. As you already know, my dear, I am broken in tousand of pieces and I don't even know what made me this way. There is something about this world that makes me feel really sad; there are those people that have lived and loved and all their hopes and dreams are burried deep under the ground. In a way, I think you could say I was born already sad. Everywhere around me I see misery and this only makes me go deeper in my own misery.   In a way, I love you more than I love myself. Love myself - that is a weird concept - regarding that are days when I hate m

   We have been watching a loooot of Master Chef lately and, as a great observer of the human mind as I would like myself to become one day, I saw some resemblances between Master Chef' kitchen and the very kitchen I work in. I strongly believe - and I am going to say this out loud, even though I might end up being hated - that people really don't have any sense of responsability. If you, as a leader, see that something is wrong and you ask who did that thing, you will most certainly end up talking to yourself. Yersterday one of our own leaders was telling how surprised he was that people did something in a certain wrong way ( I will try as much as possible to not say anything specific.) Even though I wasn't asked :"Georgiana, do you also do this particular thing wrong?", even though the question "who does this particular thing wrong?" didn't pop out, I said :"I have always been doing this wrong. I had no idea it was wrong. I didn't know, b

  I have read more books than most people I know, I have read far less books than I wished to. Than I could. Just like a traveler, I feel everything else besides seeing the world, its beauty and its beautiful people is a waste of time. Just like a traveler, I am drowning on dry land unless I learn about the world. Meet people. The means are different, yes, but it doesn't really matter, does it? How many times have you met a special friend in one of you journeys, friend that you might never see again and yet, forever to be present in your mind? How many times have you fallen in love with some stranger, stranger that felt like your better half more than anyone you have met before? How many nights have I dreamt that one day I will meet a man who will love me just like Heathcliff, how many days haven't I dreamt of being in Catherine's shoes? Always day dreaming of some book characters, always missing what I never had. Always wanting more, always crying when that last page is tu