My aunt Robin was old and really grumpy. One day she looked herslef in the mirror and she decided that she could have a portrait of herself. Immediately, she picked up the phone and she dialed the number of the world-famous portrait painter Rolf. She was lucky, because few hours before that, her friend gave her Rolf's visit card.
She called Rolf, and she arranged a meeting with him. Twice a week she visited his studio. Rolf took a new drawing board and few pencils, and he started painting Robin's portrait. He didn't want Robin to see the picture until it was completely done. Finally, Rolf finished the portrait, he really liked it, and he said to her that it was really. She was really excited and she hurried to see the portrait. The portrait was life like, and it looked exactly like Robin.
Unfortunately, she was unhappy with the portrait. She refused to pay and take that precious work of Rolf's hands, and she ordered him to paint a new one, a younger one. This time, she didn't visit the studio to see the work on her new portrait. After three months, the portrait was finally done, and ready to be seen by Robin's eyes. It didn't look like Robin at all. I mean she was so old and wrinkled, and the painting was filled with youthness. And this time she was thrilled with the painting. She paid Rolf a large amount of money and he was happy with the portrait, and the money he earned.

Short story I wrote in school. :3

I don't really like my life. It's full of lies. It's broken. I don't wanna be ME anymore. I have crappy parents, they are mad at me all the time. When my father found out that I was smoking, he beated shit outta me. I still smoke tho. Uhm, I'm really weird, I find my happines in guitar. Sometimes, I turn off the light in my room, and I light up a candle, and I just sit on my bed, close my eyes, and I play guitar for hours. Uhm, girls in my city used to like me back when I was cute, but now I'm just one short, ugly weirdo. Noone likes me. My life is fucking complicated. I wish I could just disappear. Everyone would be happy. I'm always fucked up. When I smile, I pretend. When I'm happy, I pretend. When I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up. I'm really emotional guy. Always depresses. I'm perverse tho, but I like being romantic more. I would rather have a girl, and love her, and respect her, then just fuck a girl and get dumped next day. Adis and Safet are my best friends, and my bros. I can tell everything to them, and I know that they won't tell my secrets to anyone. I hate myself, and my life. I don't like people at all, I like only my bros, and probably my sister (she is really annoying). I'm a lonely guy, and every day in my life is lonely day. Everyday before school, I got with Adi in a coffe bar near my house. It's called ''Ghost Rider''. That's the only place where I feel safe. Everyone is same as me there. Every dude in my class is a fucking idiot. And the girl too. The only girl in my class, and shee thinks she's a princess, well eat my dick bitch. I don't like 'em, they are all stupid. Except Safet, I mean he is stupid too, but he is my best friend. I hate when my dad gets on the computer and he playes ''turbo-folk'' music on youtube, and says to me that I have to lear to play that song on my guitar. Cmon dude. I can't play that shit. Rock only dude. But he doesn't understand me. My mom does. Because she listens to Rock n' Roll too. My parents don't believe in me, but I know that one day, I will earn money with my voice and my guitar. I'm an average student. Right now I am writing this in my school, because I'm so bored. I'm sitting alone now, and I'm so fucked up, I'm thinking about older Benjamin, Will I have wife, will I be rich or poor, what will I do, how will I look like? I can't wait 2 more years to move out from my parents house, to leave this fucking city also known as ''The city of stupid people'', but 2 more years, I will wait, it's worth of it. I'm looking at a picture of Adolf Hitler in Paris. Damn History. I hate it. I love only English class, and my English teaches likes me.. I think.. She is female!! WHy is my life so fucked up? I've just lost my friend because of fucking weed. He's my best friend and he smokes weed, and his parents found out that, so step by step, my parents found it out too, so now my parents think that I smoke marijuana too, but I don't, and they don't trust me. Okay, hmm. I don't really want this to be red by someone, but probably I will post it on ask, or on some kind of blog. So, whoever you are, and you are reading this now, thanks man. Because my arms hurts as hell! :( Peace out brother!

I am writing this like 3-4 days, and it's finished now.

Okay, I wrote this small song yesterday in school, I was so bored ._. It's kinda funny, but it has a lot of emotions in it, because it's for my best friend. Okay, here it is:


I'm sitting in school, as always looking cool, I'm just so fucking depressed, I wanna get rid of this stress. I think I'm hot, but I'm not, I'm just one stupid goth. Okay, I'm not a goth, but I will stop, I don't wanna be a bot, I just wanna be happy, but not flappy, cause I'm too young for this, oh shit, I gotta go take a piss. I have pen in my arm, I feel like Barney all the time. I have a girl, she looks like a pearl, but I wanna break up, I'll figure something out. With smile on my face, and dick in my pants, there is so much lamps in this dark street where I dance, but I can't see nothing except the notebook and pen, like Eminem. Everyday, I see words in my head, and I don't feel bad, cause music is always there. I am here now, but where will I be then? I just wanna go again, take that ride of life, and at the end I will be dead. When I look into the mirror, I'm always fear of, something that's behind me, but still looks me in my eyes, but I have balls, I'm going to the end, I won't pretend, I am scared, but damn bro, I can't wait to get laid! Fuck logic dude, this song is dead, like my heart and your brain, but I still feel the pain, I don't wanna die, I just need to say to you goodbye, my friend, you smoke pot and you see only one dot, called death, but I can bet, you will stop doing that, if you don't, you will lose a friend.


Wow, that's long. Thanks for readin.

Hello, My name is Benjamin, and this is my first blog. I will be posting here the songs I write, and I will write about my life here. Take your time to read my songs and everything I post, because everything I write comes from my heart. Thanks for your time. Peace out!
And don't forget to watch my cover on youtube: Divlje Jagode-Jedina Moja (Cover By Benjamin)