What doesn't kill you won't make you smaller.

Because you're not Mario.


I'm not a plumber, but I disagree with that statement.

I love my colleagues, I cannot deny. Because I wrote something which was google-able on my last post, I hope no one really comes back here to stalk me, haha. If not, I'll be scared.
Anyways, I love them, I really do. We can talk about anything, and they will just make it fun.

Some topics are cute, like them trying to match-make me with this guy. They say dirty jokes and I don't get it. He was like, LOL so I think Michelle's a ...
She smiled.
I think I blushed, then I looked away.

What an embarrassing topic.
A mistake, but an eternal humiliation.
You had the joy, I had to bear the consequences.
And I had to hold myself up against the waves.

Why are you so irresponsible? I ask myself.

Then I remember, why expect from others because expecting is selfish and useless.


I had no choice and have to say to myself, move on because you're not worth the crap anymore.
Life goes on, I keep telling myself.

Vaffanculo and your lame bullshit about the best way to live.