People are strange

29.4.11

You know how it is wake up feeling blue, and everything that could be wrong is including you. Black clouds and rain and rain in your head, and all you want to do is stay in bed. Buf if you do that you´ll be missing the world, because it doesn´t stop turning whatever you heard. If you do that you´ll be missing the world.. You have to get up get out and get gone! You know how it is wake up feeling green, sick as a dog and six times as mean. You don’t want to sing, you don´t want to play, you don’t want to swing, you don´t want to sway.. All you want to do is nothing on a day like today. But if you do that you´ll be missing the world, because it doesn’t stop turning whatever you heard. If you do that you´ll be missing the world, you have to get up get out and get gone! Get up get out and get some fun! You have to get up get out and get living, this is really it.. So you know how it is wake up feeling grey, nothing much to think and nothing much to say. Don’t want to talk, don´t want to try, don’t want to think, don´t want to know who what where when or why.. But you do that and you´re missing the world, it’s happening right now whatever you heard. You do that and you´re missing the world, you have to get up get out and get gone! Get up get out and have some fun! Get up get out and get it on! You have to get up get out and get living.. this is really it!
From The Edge Of The Deep Green Sea

12.4.11

Loco, necesito hacer algo con mi vida. Estoy tan sola que me aburro, y me aburro tanto que me deprimo.

Ojala empezase de una puta vez el Fotoclub pero la cuelgo j3j3. Muerte a todos.

4.4.11

Siento que morí.
Cookie Monster ♥
Espero que no haya sido así, así desde el comienzo & espero que no lamentes el haberme conocido. Espero que no haya dolor dentro de tu corazón, porque el mío se cae en pedazos WHEN I'M FAR AWAY FROM YOU!

1.4.11

Tuve problemas en casa, mi madre estaba como loca, no dejaba de gritar, de escupir ordenes, de irradiar mal humor y tristeza. Yo cai en una zona de depresion, las tres nos pusimos a gritar constantemente y a echarnos todo en cara. Comprendo que mi madre este nerviosa por la obra, por dejar le cigarettes, pero no puede ser que me trate como basura gritandome como respirar. Discutimos entre las tres, y no aguante. Me fui. No podia soportar el dolor, el llanto, la amargura. Luego de una conversacion mucho mas tranquila y logica, volví, y todo está más tranquilo.. veremos cuánto dura. Y ahora, la soledad. Sigo cayéndome, y sigo buscando quien me levante. Me siento defraudada por quienes pense que iban a estar ahi bancandome continuamente, y me siento asombrada de lo maravilloso que es Marcos por no estar ausente ni un segundo.