26, ma bantuie, dar nu-i nimic

sunt in perioada aia gen "bai si pana la urma? ce-ti propui?"

numai arhitectura am in cap.

"The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream."

[era o vorba faina]

Ma rup de lume

Uneori imi place

Nimic

Asta se si intampla. Zilele astea au fost...goale si fara vreun lucru anume.
Doar rutina. Ma invart in cerc.

Nu pot spune ca sunt fericita. Dar nici trista. E starea aia de nici-nici, care te face sa-ti spui in sine bravo la modul ironic.

Changing forms

sometimes it becomes tight and impossible to loose, but after it's gone...
no longer none of the above

people are over rated