<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990535713133547544</id><updated>2011-11-30T11:05:32.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings are my weapon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8990535713133547544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ioana Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11205364375578835121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORUdfQ0QFRw/TtOqGCVxp7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QQSNboJTE2o/s220/tumblr_lurnoolEk01qald66o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990535713133547544.post-3205849853739319470</id><published>2011-11-30T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T11:05:32.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Oare cum am putut sa cred in tine iar si iar? Cum am putut face aceasta greseala de doua ori.Da suntem oameni , gresim.Dar nu si in cazul meu.Ar fi trebuit sa imi dau seama ca ceva e gresit.Mi-a intors spatele de fiecare data cand am avut nevoie de el."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt;Cum ai putut?&lt;br /&gt;-Ce sa pot?&lt;br /&gt;-Ti-ai batut joc de tot ce am facut pentru tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfYJNK9BWCw/TtZ-XhLBaZI/AAAAAAAAABY/k-Pr1O_RO1A/s1600/black-and-white-fashion-girl-Favim.com-220020_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfYJNK9BWCw/TtZ-XhLBaZI/AAAAAAAAABY/k-Pr1O_RO1A/s400/black-and-white-fashion-girl-Favim.com-220020_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Tu ai avut incredere in mine.&lt;br /&gt;-Vorbesti ca si cum acest lucru ar fi vina mea..&lt;br /&gt;-Pai...este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In clipa in care am auzit asta nu m-am putu abtine.Am aruncat paharul cu vin pe podea si m-am repezit la gatul lui.Pur si simplu nu m-am putut controla i-am baut sangele ca si cum ar fi fost propria mea banca de sange."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt; &lt;i&gt;Imi pare rau&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8990535713133547544-3205849853739319470?l=bitter-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/feeds/3205849853739319470/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/2011/11/mistake.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8990535713133547544/posts/default/3205849853739319470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8990535713133547544/posts/default/3205849853739319470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/2011/11/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>Ioana Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11205364375578835121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORUdfQ0QFRw/TtOqGCVxp7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QQSNboJTE2o/s220/tumblr_lurnoolEk01qald66o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mfYJNK9BWCw/TtZ-XhLBaZI/AAAAAAAAABY/k-Pr1O_RO1A/s72-c/black-and-white-fashion-girl-Favim.com-220020_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990535713133547544.post-1897528773976275618</id><published>2011-11-28T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T09:11:22.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBFGkFVs_-I/TtPAr6-AqgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ekJ75oalKUg/s1600/732706dab5f4d9ee0784479385706ac8_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBFGkFVs_-I/TtPAr6-AqgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ekJ75oalKUg/s400/732706dab5f4d9ee0784479385706ac8_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Si de ce ai incetata sa crezi ca sunt eu?&lt;br /&gt;Pai..&lt;br /&gt;Sti ce? Poate nu ar trebui sa mai asculti atat de mult de altii!&lt;br /&gt;Dar nu o fac!&lt;br /&gt;Serios? Atunci de ce cred ca singura persoana care m-a iubit vreodata pentru ceea ce sunt si pentru greselile pe care le fac dintr-o data nu o mai face.&lt;br /&gt;Sti ca te iubesc..&lt;br /&gt;Am incetat sa cred asta acuma putina vreme.&lt;br /&gt;De ce imi faci asta? Sti doar ca mereu voi simti acelasi lucru pentru tine!&lt;br /&gt;Da?Pai ar trebui sa te mai gandesti.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Si am plecat.Oare am facut ce trebuia?Nu vreau sa creada ca nu observ ce se intampla in jurul meu dar in acelasi timp nu vreau sa il pierd."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8990535713133547544-1897528773976275618?l=bitter-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/feeds/1897528773976275618/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/2011/11/fight.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8990535713133547544/posts/default/1897528773976275618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8990535713133547544/posts/default/1897528773976275618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/2011/11/fight.html' title='Fight'/><author><name>Ioana Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11205364375578835121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORUdfQ0QFRw/TtOqGCVxp7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QQSNboJTE2o/s220/tumblr_lurnoolEk01qald66o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LBFGkFVs_-I/TtPAr6-AqgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ekJ75oalKUg/s72-c/732706dab5f4d9ee0784479385706ac8_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990535713133547544.post-35777486399565159</id><published>2011-11-28T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:22:09.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wvmrIokuT4/TtO084hxu7I/AAAAAAAAABI/7GRvxCBusrA/s1600/3801193615_9416898c20_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wvmrIokuT4/TtO084hxu7I/AAAAAAAAABI/7GRvxCBusrA/s400/3801193615_9416898c20_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;M-am intors dinnou acolo.Locul pe care il uram atat de mult.Sincer , nu stiu de ce am facut-o.Dar de aceasta data nu eram singura,Caleb era cu mine.Daca l-as fi intalnit pe Stefan probabil ca i-as fi aruncat o privire nepasatoare si mi-as fi vazut de drum.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Mi se pare mie sau esti putin incordata?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Nu,nu sunt.I-am raspuns pe un ton nesigur deoarece imi era frica de posibila intalnire cu el.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Bine.Haide,sa intram aici.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Nu!De ce aici?Nu putem merge in alta parte?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Of haide nu te mai plange!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; M-a luat de brat tragandu-ma spre "teritoriul inamicului".Dupa ce am intrat inauntru am rasuflat usurata,el nu &amp;nbsp; era acolo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Ce faci? Ma intraba razand.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Fredonez.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Faci asta doar cand esti fericita deci cred ca sa venim aici nu a fost un lucru asa rau.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Daca zici tu.I-am replicat rautacioasa apoi mi.am inghiti glasul cand am privit catre intrare.El statea in usa imbracat in tricoul lui alb si geaca din piele de culoarea cojii de nuca. Avea pe el jeansii negrii iar in picioare bocancii. Parul brunet ii era usor ciufulit si in mana stanga tinea cheile de la vechiul Mustang.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Ma scuzi o secunda?I-am spus lui Caleb. M-am ridicat de la masa ca o tornada dar el m-a vazut.Mi-a intalnit privirea si atunci am alergat catre toaleta.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Am deschis robinetul si mi-am improspatat fata.Intr-o fractiune de secunda mi-am ridicat chipul si m-am trezit lipita de perete cu o mana puternica ce imi strangea gatul.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Inapoi in oras?&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a soptit printre canini.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Da!Probleme?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Normal.Nu sunt obisnuit sa imi revad fostele iubite asa des.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Haz? De cand ai tu asa ceva?&lt;br /&gt;Mi-a ras in fata dar in urmatorul moment el era cel strans de gat caci Caleb observase intreaga scena.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Nu-l omora.E inofensiv.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Vad ca inca ti la mine Raza de Soare.Dar cel mai important de unde a stiut catelul tau ce facem noi aici?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Nu imi spune Raza de Soare,ti-ai pierdut acest drept.Si Caleb nu e catelul meu ci iubitul meu.El e tot ce nu esti tu si mult mai mult.Si apropo nu mai tin la tine imi e doar mila.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Stefan,asa e numele tau nu? Stiam ca ceva dubios se petrece din clipa in care te-am vazut intrand in toaleta femeilor.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Si atunci i-a inchis gura.Am iesit de acolo impreuna cu Caleb .Ne-am urcat pe motorul lui si am plecat din acel oras uitat de lume.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8990535713133547544-35777486399565159?l=bitter-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/feeds/35777486399565159/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/2011/11/meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8990535713133547544/posts/default/35777486399565159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8990535713133547544/posts/default/35777486399565159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/2011/11/meeting.html' title='Meeting'/><author><name>Ioana Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11205364375578835121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORUdfQ0QFRw/TtOqGCVxp7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QQSNboJTE2o/s220/tumblr_lurnoolEk01qald66o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wvmrIokuT4/TtO084hxu7I/AAAAAAAAABI/7GRvxCBusrA/s72-c/3801193615_9416898c20_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8990535713133547544.post-7890098691194528870</id><published>2011-11-28T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:25:49.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfY_zUjEAhA/TtOtn50w-2I/AAAAAAAAABA/tlh9mOAjbHc/s1600/tumblr_lforenPYLw1qaobbko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfY_zUjEAhA/TtOtn50w-2I/AAAAAAAAABA/tlh9mOAjbHc/s400/tumblr_lforenPYLw1qaobbko1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Am intrat inauntru , acelasi aer imbacsit te simteai ca intr-o cutie , iar fumul de tigara facea aerul aproape imposibil de respirat,prea imposibil . El statea in acelasi loc uitat de lume . In dreapta lui stateau tigarile si paharul cu whisky, era tot el cu acei ochii caprui in care obisnuiam sa ma pierd si cu acel par brunet prin care obisnuiam sa imi plimb degetele.Eu purtam geaca de piele cu tinte pe care o primisem de la el si eram aceeasi persoana doar vremea ma schimbase umpic dar el , el cred ca ma ura acuma dupa ce am plecat si am incercat sa il uit dar imi era imposibil pentru ca parfumul lui imi era pe toate hainele si pentru ca era singura persoana care ma intelgea cu adevarat dar eu am distrus totul incepand cu.. inceputul.. i-am frant inima in mii de bucati si nu cred ca ma va ierta vreodata pentru ca un lucru e sigur dupa ce l-am parasit totul s-a schimbat.Uneori ma gandesc ca am venit in lumea asta doar pentru a aduce distrugere si tristete . Daca ar putea cineva sa mai scoata un singur lucru bun din mine atunci aceea persoana ar fi el. Pentru ca da, sunt egoista si prostuta si ma port oribil dar el nu avea nici o problema cu asta el ma lasa in pace atunci cand aveam nevoie , imi era alaturi atunci cand nu mai puteam si ma lua in brate in cele mai grele momente .M-am apropiat de el m-a privit dar ochii lui erau atat de reci , nu vrea sa stiu cata URA era in sufletul lui acuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Ai venit sa ma distrugi ? Sa imi spui ca sunt un nimic? Sa ma faci sa ajung sa imi urasc propria persoana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-O Dumnezeule nu, defapt am un singur gand si..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Atunci m-a intrerupt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Orce gand ai avea probabil ca e unul oribil pentru ca esti o fiinta fara suflet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Asculta, am venit sa sa iti spun "Imi pare rau" pentru ca am fost o jigodie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Da exact asta ai fost dar si nemernica , egoista si multe adjective de care cred ca esti mandra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Daca si tu ma dispretuiesti atat de mult cred ca ar fi mai bine sa plec si sa nu te mai deranjez niciodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Tu ai fost singura persoana pe care am iubit-o vreodata , ti.am dat inima mea si tu ti.ai batut joc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Dupa ce m-ai parasit am jurat ca nu voi mai iubi si uite te-ai intors implorandu-ma sa te iert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Da asta ar fi ultima mea dorinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Uau fata care are tot ce vrea si inca isi mai doreste , nu mai are dorinte , nu pot sa cred ca am trait sa o vad si pe asta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Te porti oribil cu mine nu merit asta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Nu meriti? Ce iti spun eu acum este purul adevar esti o egosita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Termnina nu vrea sa te aud, nu mai vreau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;- Dar tot ce zic este adevar si inca ceva..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Spune-o odata m.am saturat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Vreau sa sti ca esti singura pe care am iubit-o si nu te voi ierta dar nici nu voi mai putea iubi vreodata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Multumesc..ma simt..oribil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"&gt;-Da asa e pleaca si sa nu te mai intorci aici ai tot ce iti trebuie nu mai ai nevoie de nimic de la mine. Pleaca!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Atunci am intors spatele si am iesit din localul restrans ce ma facea sa ma simt ca intr-o cutie atunci m-am eliberat de orce sentiment de ura , dragoste sau tristete . Am auzit tot ce trebuia , nu vreau mai mult m-am saturat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8990535713133547544-7890098691194528870?l=bitter-world.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/feeds/7890098691194528870/comments/default' title='Postare comentarii'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/2011/11/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarii'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8990535713133547544/posts/default/7890098691194528870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8990535713133547544/posts/default/7890098691194528870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bitter-world.blogspot.com/2011/11/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Ioana Bitter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11205364375578835121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ORUdfQ0QFRw/TtOqGCVxp7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QQSNboJTE2o/s220/tumblr_lurnoolEk01qald66o1_500_large.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfY_zUjEAhA/TtOtn50w-2I/AAAAAAAAABA/tlh9mOAjbHc/s72-c/tumblr_lforenPYLw1qaobbko1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
