sweetnessrage

mira, para mi el azul... significa pureza, y por mucho q e pasado. ademas, cuando era bastante peqe~a se me aparecio una centella azul en la cuna ( es lo q dicen mis padres ). lo cual es un relampago colapsado y si toca algo ese algo ps aja tendra el mismo efecto q un relampago. creanlo o no existen, pro aja estoy viva so ya saben la historia, se fue. anyway nada d esto importa, pro nose porq en un dia asi de lluvioso me dio la gana de decirlo. Today has been a common day. one of those days that ul probably forget but u have talked so much weird stuff about this world and universe between 2 or 3 people that make it special. lately i have

ima write here, since 1. idk what else to do at 10: 47                      2. i dont wanna write neither in my diary, the ''creación literaria'' notebook, or to any pal as a matter of fact.                      3. i really never visit here anymore often ( i still do ) but im not...obsses like before jajaj or something like.. ppl are such hipocrites, especially girls, cuz boys are just dumb ( most of them ). Since when things have owners? as bands, cd's, t-shirts, movies, actores, places and in the end perhaps also ppl. I remember someone telling me, ''ooohh it fucks me that they steal my ''friends'' '' translation : pretty people

analize this. ive been dealing with small attatchments, or however thats written, to my unsubcountious dull mind. I tried to make a chik stop smoking, i made it, but again she failed. I tried not like someone cuz i knew the possibility of getting hurt was very high, turns out he did the same. The one i trusted more as possible ''worth it''fucked it all. Some friends move around in circular steps getting bored and drunk as they do so. But in the end, the one i didnt tried to like continues to be one of my bffs and its super cool ;]. The one i tried to make stop smoking cigarrets , well i hope her the best and the guy she likes now who talks t