there...

there is so many things i don't understand about you...
there is so many things i'm not sure about you...
i am also afraid...
all those things you are saying are made to sound good?

why i am so afraid to be 'not cool'?
why every time i think that this is it?
who am i?
who you really are?
don't do that. don't try so hard to be hurt by someone, by me.
why you are trying so much not to be good while at the same time you are so good?
why am i writing all those things?
what are you hiding?
what am i hiding?
why there are no stars in the sky?
i'm lost
things are just the way they should be...
do you really think so?
why i am so afraid that you will laugh at me if i ask you: "will you really go to Casablanca?" ??
where should i be now?
when i was leaving Poland, a year ago, i had so strong impression that i am going for good. why i am coming back now?
am i really coming back?
this is strange that you don't want me to know your friends.
but it doesn't matter because we won't see each other again.
i...
i know why i met you, am happy.
although i am crying now.

do you keep a diary?
is all what you told me true?
and July is green...

no, we are not egoistic. or maybe we are? does it matter?

so many things had happened. so many things is still happening.
there is a rose on my table.
pink on the white table.

at the lake was perfect.

are you really so self confident?

i need to go... i need to think...
probably when i wake up all those feelings will be gone.

i don't want to be so dependent on rules of society.

what do you feel?

what i feel?

why you don't like dogs? pets?
will you give me a kiss before the exam or not

i am tired.
i know what to do but i can't admit that.

i burnt my tongue today.

it is so crazy!

but i am not sorry. i am only afraid that you will use it against me...