terça-feira, fevereiro 28, 2012

Paper bag - Fiona Apple

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said, 'Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void,' he said
'It's all in your head,' and I said, 'So's everything'
But he didn't get it I thought he was a man
But he was just a little boy

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Hunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Hunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills
Because I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving, it works, when it costs too much to love

sábado, fevereiro 25, 2012

sem título

Tenho o coração pequenino, apertado, estou numa enorme angústia. Frustrada a nível profissional, pessoal, financeiro, longe do apoio da família e dos amigos. Coloquei-me numa situação de merda, sem perspectivas, com um intuito, ser financeiramente independente... mas nem isso parece que vou conseguir. Estou a trabalhar há 2 semanas e descobri que este mês vou ganhar cerca de 60 euros, porque não vendi não tenho comissões, tenho de sair desta casa, ou começar a pagar renda no próximo mês e ainda não arranjei alternativa. Tenho trabalhado todos os dias, com pessoas simpáticas e acessíveis, mas muito simples, e não me tenho rodeado de pessoas interessantes e estimulantes... sinto-me a embrutecer.
Frustrada, cansada, zangada, por tudo e por nada. Tento animar-me e motivar-me no meu dia a dia, mas sinto-me a enganar-me a mim própria!

quinta-feira, fevereiro 16, 2012

Vendas

JUICE=Juntos Unidos Iremos Criar Entusiasmo

Sou vendedora e primeiro tenho de me vender a mim, mas parece que também tenho de gramar com o esquema motivacional (que aparentemente funciona) e com o produto e os clientes e os colegas e o horário... mas pode ser que consiga fazer uns trocos!

Got to believe!

sexta-feira, fevereiro 03, 2012

Desalento

desânimo, esmorecimento... já não acredito... estou quase a desistir...