The Bloody Lady of Čachtice

Time for some history :)
A few years ago I watched some stupid American movie 'Stay Alive'. As 99.9 % of the new horror movies, it was pretty boring and over the top. However, there was something that grabbed my attention - the story for Elizabeth Bathory. It sounded so weird that I thought the makers of the movie had made up the story about her but still checked the net and Voilà, there she was.
To cut the long story short, mainly, most of the time,pretty often Ms Bathory was bathing herself in young lasses' blood.She had decided one day that she is getting too older and went crazy how on earth can this happen. So she thought it will be nice if she started killing young girls and bathe in their blood. How sweet of her!
By the way I just have to droll over her name in Czech - Alžběta Báthoryová... Anyway, I guess there are lots of material in the net so I should most probably go to read some more about her :)

A Pressure I Can't Hide

Dear Diary...right..or dear blog...

Anyway, I hate losing people/creatures I love - no matter if I lose them physically or mentally. Somehow, both of these things are losts but which one is stronger?
I mean, if you lose someone mentally, because of differences in the way of thinking, you can always bring them back, even by pretending(believe me).
But what if we do lose someone physically? He/She/It just disapeeras from the horizon, he/she/it is no more...what do we do? Sit down and watch in denial, continue our miserable lives as if they have always been so sad, kill ourselves?
Let me tell you, I've always wanted to be the one who doesn't care, who doesn't give a fuck, who does not have some strong thoughts and feelings behing her stubborness ,seemingly stupid head.But it has always been there and I'm tired of denying that.
The wisdom of fools is easy to learn, some say, but that's probably the hardest thing you can ever learn. Preaching to be part of ' the other side' is the hardest lesson ever....
The easiest thing is to be who you are ;)