I hate it. Why I should go on holiday with my family?
With my parents, dog, sister and brother?
Why they always must choose a place?? Why?

We will go to France, warm city next to sea. WE HAVE SEA HERE!
Waaah! We will be there along moth. One moth full of tourists, chaos and noise. Looong journey... I hate planes!!
I don't want to meet people, who I don't know. I don't want to leave my room.
I must leave here my cat, Rocca, but my broth can bring his dog! It's so unfair... I will miss my bed, my room, my cd's...
No, no, no.

After this hooro will be next macabre - three weeks in family's house in Napoli. Ohh, I won't survive it!

But I;ve got hope, two weeks I'll spend with my friends on Capri Island. It'll be fun
Maybe two weeks isn't long time and Capri isn't far away, but it isn't important. I will be there WITHOUT PARENTS!!!


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You know, I still can't get it, why for my parents most important things are money, good opinion amidst their kith and kin, even amidst people, who look at them on street. I don't know, maybe my mother feel like better human when other people thinks good about her. Good luck, mum. Ahhh....


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I don't know, what's going on. Why everybody calls me "Liar" or "stupid rich girl". They thinks that money will solve all problems and I musn't have them! It so stupid!
Believe, I'm not patetic or stupid, I don't need to looking for problems when I haven't them! I'm not trying to be "dark", "macabre". Why you can't understand it? I'm like other people, sometimes I'm happy, sometimes sad and hopeless... I'm not inventing next reasons to be unhappy.
Mother, other pair of shoes won't make me happy.
As everybody thinks. Please, don't listen to them...
Maybe sometimes I need some love, hm?



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>Niiice people, great artists... They're watching me




Have a nice day, my sweeties


-Your Isa