Evanescence says it like it is.

Now I will tell you what I’ve done for you…

50 thousand tears I’ve cried
Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you
And you still won’t hear me.
I’m going under…

Don’t want your hand this time, I’ll save myself
Maybe I’ll wake up for once
Not tormented… Daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I’d reached the bottom

I’m dying again…

I’m going under
Drowning in you
I’m falling forever
I’ve got to break through
I’m going under

Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies
So I don’t know what’s real and what’s not
Always confusing the thoughts in my head
So I can’t trust myself anymore

I’m dying again…

So go on and scream
Scream at me
I’m so far away
I won’t be broken again
I’ve got to breathe
I can’t keep going under

The Cup

Since Brazil was eliminated from the Soccer World Cup (pity!) I really have no favourite for today’s final. The match is now tied 1-1 (France vs. Italy). It is said we all take sides sometimes, so I’ve decided it would be cool if Zizou left the soccer world after kissing another cup. So, France it is!

Update: Zizou’s an idiot. What a graceful retirement from the soccer world. I hate (HATE) Soccer World Cup finals defined on penalty shots. That’s not soccer, that’s a lottery! But well done, Italy.

Not Smirking Anymore

Funny that even if I’m living in a country where freedom of expression is something people are proud of, I feel like I can’t say much about my life in here anymore. For the past 8 months I’ve tried to say as little as possible about the things I do, fearing that someone uses it against me because it has happened. That someone will be gone from my life for good very soon, but I still don’t feel safe posting here.

I had to see printed pages of my weblog at my lawyer’s office. Pages that were sent by someone‘s lawyer in order to prove I don’t know what because he wanted to avoid a responsibility. The story is so long and so ridiculous it isn’t worth to share, but it’s over. I finally decided no money can pay for my peace of mind and once I realized I could take care of myself I let it go because I AM, indeed, the honest person my ex-husband CANNO’T be. Details are not important anymore.

I guess all I wanted to say is that I probably will close this weblog and write anonymously somewhere else. Not fun when you feel persecuted on top of being humiliated, cheated on and lied to. I hope he’s happy with what he has done. I never imagined I would have to see the lowest of the human behaviour. I just don’t think life won’t take care of it one day.

A Divorce Blog

Going Through Divorce, a blog – If anyone is interested in reading about how much this thing sucks. You hear about it all over, it’s like a movie… Then you have to experience it and no one who hasn’t been through it can understand what it means or what it feels like. It’s like death, but worse.

Scary!

Hmmm… I finally can see that I married the devil. And his mother is the reincarnation of Machiavelii — Those two are capable of doing things that let me tell you! But I’M the one in need of a mental institution, go figure! Thank God I’ll be rid forever of those people before the end of summer. Turns out the devil thinks he’s the one who decides “when”, but he’s wrong… I decide “when” and I decided it’s NOW. Ewww… Ewww… Never thought I’d have to deal with the lowest of the human race. What possessed me to want to have anything to do with them in the future? I have no idea, but I saw the light. Oh yeah, he is the devil.