Post by SOPHIA MARYSE FRANCISCO on Jul 2, 2010 1:01:14 GMT
sophia maryse francisco , -----------
-------------------------------------- SEVENTEEN , HUMAN , NEUTRAL , DETERMINED.
"I’M JUMPING ON THE LAST TRAIN, GOT THIS CRAZY KIND OF FEELING THAT I CA
N’T EXPLAIN. DON’T KNOW WHERE THE HELL I’M GOING BUT I’M GOING AFTER YOU."
[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]sent to SOPHIA FRANCISCO on september third 2009 at 22:47 pm, from GIOVANI ADOLFO.
sophia bella,
are you still here, in verona, or did you go back with your parents to london? no, you couldn’t have. you told me that they could.. what was it? fuck themselves? yeah, i think that was it. you could not have left with them, once again. we are in love, are we not? just like romeoand giulietta. you are my giulietta, sophia bella. if you left, come back to me, my love. if you’re still here, come find me under giulietta’s balcony. always remember that i love you, sophia bella.
your romeo, giovani.
sent to SOPHIA FRANCISCO on september fourteenth 2009 at 19:03 pm, from GIOVANI ADOLFO.
sophia bella,
i’m disappointed. you never came. you never even answered to that message i left you. how could you do this to your romeo, sophia? i thought you loved me, i thought we were in love and that we were meant to live together forever. but you don’t love me. you’re not my giulietta. obviously. i now understand it. you used me and i will never, ever forgive you for that, sophia bella. goodbye.
no longer your romeo, giovani.
SOPHIA’S DIARY. NO TOUCHING, BITCH.
december twenty-fifth 2009.
christmas and here i am, getting dressed to fucking go spend the night with my parents, aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents. fucking wahhay. to be honest, i wish i could have stayed back in verona with giovani, but this was getting way too serious for my poor little fragile mind. i mean, i couldn’t just stay there and wait for him to ask me to marry me, right? what the fucking hell. i’m seventeen. it’s not even legal yet. sure, i didn’t want to go back to london with my parents because i hate the crap out of them. however, i didn’t want to stay with that lunatic either. are you fucking kidding me, seriously? romeo and juliet? it was just plain ridiculous. i must not have the soul of a real italian and i’m actually kind of happy i don’t, seeing where it lead my father in life.
february fourteenth, 2010.
fucking valentine’s day. another day to make single people realise how lonely they are. well, the single part doesn’t bother me all that much. i enjoy being a single lady. my problem with valentine’s day is only that everywhere i look, i can see couples practically eating each other’s faces up. seriously, it disgusts me. everytime i see a couple kissing in the street, i feel like throwing up what i have eaten last. some people may think that i only say this because i’m jealous, but i’m not at all. seriously, they can go at it all they want. however, couldn’t they find themselves some private space? their houses, a motel or hotel room? for fuck’s sake, i’ve even done it in a fucking janitor’s closet because i didn’t want to disturb everyone. they could be a little more respectful. oh.. and i’ve received a letter from giovani. just when i thought he had finally forgotten about me. anyway, it’s not important, but the letter went like this.
sophia bella,
even though i know you probably don’t love me, i had to send you this letter for the day of lovers. we were lovers once, my dear, and i haven’t forgotten about that golden period of time, have you? you probably did since you never replied to any of my text messages or any of my e-mails. the truth is, and you probably have noticed it, i’m clearly not over you sophia. i miss you. i want my sophia bella back, but she won’t come back to me, will she? .. no you won’t. well, at least, there’s one of the weights off of my chest now. i hope..
and blah blah blah. it went on forever with cheesy stuff like that. reading it was quite boring, to be honest. just typical stuff a guy would say. i don’t believe a word he said. he probably just needs a good fuck. whatever. he’s out of my mind, for good.
march ninth, 2010.
life seems to be falling back into place. giovani hasn’t tried to contact me since he sent me that letter for valentine’s day. i’m happy he didn’t. maybe he finally realised that i’d never come back. good for him and good for me. i can finally focus on what’s happening here, in london, and not what’s happening in italy. and, trust me, it’s much better that way seeing as lots of stuff has seemed to be happening in the last few months. i don’t really.. inform myself as to what is happening in my country. however, these last few days, i have been hearing things. my parents, mostly, talking about creatures. vampires, to be exact. great. are we fucking falling in the universe of twilight? i sure hope not. i don’t want a fucking twinkly vampire falling in love with me, unlike most of teenage girls...
april twenty-first, 2010.
well, quite a strange night last night. it was my seventeenth birthday and we went out with ivan and james. and.. maybe i shouldn’t have drank all that much. that could be the only reason, right? and this mark that i have on my arm can only be because i stumbled my way over to my house back from ivan’s house. it can only be that. it can’t.. can’t be a bite, right? like.. a vampire bite? i kind of remember blurs of the night. a man, coming up to me, offering me some more alcohol. and then, a pain. just pain. then, i woke up in my bed. but that could have only been a dream, right? i mean.. i’ve been thinking about this vampire thing for the past month and a half and my parents talk about it everyday. sure it stuck in my subconscious. And the alcohol didn’t quite help. yeah, that can only be it..
may first, 2010.
i was wrong. it was one of them, he came back to me. after school, when i came out of the restaurant with my parents, when i was out partying. whenever he had the opportunity. however, he doesn’t seem to want to kill me. just drink for me. and that annoys me. i’d prefer getting killed instead of someone always biting me and drinking my blood just to make me feel super weak but not enough to die. i hate it. i hate the man. i hate vampires.
june twenty-first, 2010.
after two months, he finally fucking left. he just disappered, vanished into thin air. i’m finally free to do whatever the fuck i want. this experience made me realise how much i freaking hate being controlled, held down by some jerk and not be allowed to be myself. it definitely sucks ass. but now i am. now i can do whatever the fuck i want! how great is that? a lot. i can actually hang out again. have fun. be careful, world, sophia’s fucking back!
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