I know, you love the song but not the singer

We can put it this way, as well. Guy just loved being with a girl, feeling fast heartbeat and so on. Not the singer. There can be another singer. With easier access. Stupid me to believe that I depend on stupid you? Oh, well, not like I really care now. It's a little bit sad, anyways.
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ps: January is the hell of a month. Too much love and rejection in the air. And somehow never in my life, just everywhere around. Damn
I wish I was in Cracow today.

Dream brother, my killer, my lover

I hate this month. C'mon, it's cold, it's snowing all the time, and there are no holiday to look forward to. No room at the Holiday Inn, oh no, and it's begginning to snow. Again.
There are only winter exams, coming closer and closer each day. I'm amost glad because of them. I have something to think about, I need to concentrate, plan everything in advance. Essays to write, books to read, materials to prepare. No room to think about faraway future, "what if" and "oh my god, I think I love him in my own way, but I don't want to be with him anyway, and besides he doesn't love me back, because why would he and...".
There's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of your time.
I'm in some kind of romantic mood right now. I'm reading Wuthering Heights, I watched "Sid and Nancy" few days ago, "rent" was on tv yesterday... yeah.