A piece of my mind

So this song... I love it but I have to admit I don't personally  relate (not to the details at least). This is what I listen to when I'm angry, or when I need to get angry. This is what I listen to when  I need energy to run, to get negative thoughts out of my head, And it hurts so bad, we coulda worked on that Cause you say you love me, but real love don't work like that The truth is, I left a piece of me in a piece I gave you And I tend to laugh and crack a smile when things get painful Said I crack a smile when things get painful Remembering the moments when I used to date you Rolex's don't tick-tock But damn it baby, my time costs And damn it baby, my time is money So I need payback for all the time lost It's my angry girl song of the year. Enjoy!

Dear Mr midlife crisis I know you're at the stage where you'll claim this is not true and that you're just being friends, but this scenario is becoming a textbook case study; I've seen the likes of you so many times in the last few years. Let me put it for you this way; go buy a fucking porche or mesarti because I am not interested to keep your company till your crisis passes. And sorry for the foul language but khalas, I've had it with this script. Not yours, Truly, Pissed off zeww!

I used to claim I have no dignity/ pride issues, in the sense that I'll do what's right even if it hurts my pride or make me look like an idiot. This claim is no longer valid, I'm afraid.  Like everything else, he introduced me to feelings I never experienced before; I don't even know the right words to describe this feeling; one where I am held back by pride. I know that he is the one who knows and understands me most. I also know that he could give the best advice on the phase I'm going through, despite me not liking what he says (sometimes). He ends up being right (most of the time). But like I said, I'm held back by an invisible rope of fire; hurts when I get excited and try to be proactive, but still burns even when I'm standing still. Damn; it's like a part of me wants his blessing and the other part is afraid to get it. It's a vicious circle, really. I keep thinking, am I overthinking? Am I being a drama queen? Or am I simply more in touch wit

I think if I'm blocking you on social media and not replying to your comments and emails, then really, I don't want to talk to you. Please leave it at that. This is way too creepy.

If I can just have a peak into your brain and figure out how it works. I seriously don't get it; what are you doing? What do you want? And are you  aware of the consequences? I can think of a million questions yet I just want a sneak peak.

I don't have you, so I become you; cold, heartless but oh so sweet, like addictive poison. To get over guys, girls get a hair cut, but I build empires; I change the world. Nothing ever satisfies me . But had you loved me, it would have been enough,. ... my dear sweet poison.

Sometimes, you'd hear a song on the radio, or by "random" or "shuffle" on your playlist, and then it strikes a chord.... And we go running on faith... All of our dreams would come true... And our world would be right... When love comes over me and you...

انت عارفة انها مش عمرة ولا حج، دي حتة رحلة، حتى فسحة مش شغل، فبالتالي مالوش اي لازمة اللي انا بكتبه ده. انا بس لقيت موت كثير حولينا الفترة اللي فاتت فقلت مافيش مانع أقول اللي في قلبي بسرعة. انا مسافرة وقلبي صافي. مسامحة حتى اللي جرحني او ظلمني. ويعتذر للي غلط في حقهم. ربنا وحده اللي يعلم أني بحسب الحاجة ١٠٠٠ مرة لو فيها حق حد من البشر. لو حصل لي حاجة سامحوني وافتكروني بالخير سلام مؤقت