Nimeni nu e ca mine Nimeni nu a crescut în pijamalele în care am crescut eu, cu mâncarea, traumele, jocurile, vacanțele, prieteniile, educația și vorbele
Dear stranger on the internet telling me what you think of me, We have all been waiting for you To finally settle this
M-am trezit cu fanfara lu` Gabi sub geam cântând cântecul patriotic românesc care zice că „It’s fun to stay at the YMCAAAA” și care, dacă
Sure, this phrase is the outcome of years and years of hearing the news, hearing the stories and hearing the traumas of what is happening
Living in Romania (or in Europe) has made me paranoid and socially anxious, but I thought that was just normality. Add to that the fact that I work with serious crime every day and you get a lovely cocktail of constantly picturing everything that could go wrong.
Then I spent a month alone in Australia.
