Prozila jsem krasny dva dny s milackem a kamaradama na hotelu na Skalnim mlyne a ted kdyz to skoncilo,je mi po tom vsem moc smutno...hlavne po te pohodicce a srande,co tam byla...taky nezapomenu na neustaly vetrani (vsichni zucastneni vi,jak to myslim)..a barman Jarda byl taky super,ani jsme se nestihli rozloucit...no a jinak teda nesmrtelna byla veta: Deutschlande spite?...no proste chci tam zas!!!!!!

Trva to uz pul roku,co se kvuli nemu tak moc trapim,to prece nemuze byt normalni.Nerika se nahodou, ze cas vsechno spravi?Tak ja jsem asi vyjimka,nebo ja fakt nevim...Uz mam dost toho neustalyho rozchazeni a schazeni,je to vzdycky to samy...tyden jsem s nim stastna a pak mi zase ublizuje,tak se rozejdeme,tyden jsme od sebe a on pak pribehne s tim,jak me potrebuje a ze se zmeni..kolikrat uz jsem si tim prosla?myslim,ze tak petkrat se ta situace opakovala...ted mame opet pauzu a ja uz to nezvladam...proc bez nej nemuzu vydrzet?proc mi ho vzdycky pripomene kazda blbost?nemyslim na nic jinyho nez na to jak byl ten rok a pul krasnej a ze to chci zpatky...ale oba dva vime,ze takovy to uz nikdy nebude,tak proc udrzovat neco,co nema budouscnost?On potrebuje volnost a kamarady,ja zase potrebuju nekoho,s kym budu prozivat to,co driv s nim..nevim,proc se tak zmenil...uplne jinej clovek nez kteryho jsem potkala...ale ja chci zpatky svyho Tomaska,ktery me vzdycky rozesmal,se kterym mi bylo uplne nepredstavitelne krasne,chci zpatky to,jak mi volaval treba desetkrat denne,chci zpatky to,jak jsem mu plakavala na raminku,to jak volaval mym kamaradkam,kdyz jsem na nej byla nastvana a nebrala mu telefon a rikal jim,ze me nechce ztratit.chci zpatky to,jak jsme spolu defakto bydleli... takovy uz to nikdy nebude,aspon s nim ne,jenze ja nikoho jinyho nechci...obcas nekam zajdu s fakt moc fajn klukem,ale stejne prvni,co udelam je,ze si reknu "Tomas je lepsi"...broucku,moc te miluju,ale zaroven i nenavidim za to,jak me trapis...chci,aby to trapeni uz skoncilo...

Tohle je pisnicka,ktera dokonale popisuje muj nynejsi stav nebo jak to nazvat....Kelly Rowland mi vazne mluvi z duse..bohuzel..:-(

Look... I ain't got nothin' to say to you
I can't even believe you
Ha, you know what
I'm too fly for this shit
You playin' yourself

Here we go
Here we go again
Now you tellin' me
That she is just a friend
Then why is she callin' you
At 3 o'clock in the morning
I can't take this no more

Look nigga, whatchu think this is?
You treat me like a random chick
You done forgot who introduced you to rocks
And poppin' all that cris and shit
Who let you hit it from the back anyway that you like
And any debts I can pay the price
I thought I was a chick you would make your wife (damn)
And now a bitch can't even stay the night (you wack)
I can't even look in your face without wantin' to slap you
Damn, I thank God I ain't get that tatoo
You betta thank God I ain't have that strap boo
You ain't even worth that trick get at you
Matter fact, trick get at dude
I'm convinced, I ain't got shit to ask you
And tell that trifflin' bitch, she can have you
I ain't lookin' atchu no more, I'm lookin' past you

When my girl came through with the news
All I did was think about me and you like damn (damn)
What a chick gotta do to get with a real nigga
That know how to stay true like man (man)
No more quarter to eights
You betta hop on a bus or a cab
I shed so many tears, can't believe how many years
The baddest bitch put up witchur dusty ass (yeah)
Now you know that I'm the queen of Miami (uh huh)
All that loud talkin', lying, save that shit for your mami (ha ha)
Sounds like blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (talk too much)
I'm like uh huh (uh huh), okay (okay), wassup (wassup), shut up (shut up)