(Lame tittle is lame. Also, blame the format on OpenOffice. And... blame the bad writing on me xD)

Part 1.

A cell phone was ringing in the corner of a night table, in a dark room. It fell off and ringed two more times before stopping. Then another phone started ringing, its light toned down by the fabric of the pocket of a black jacket.

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  Jack, I think ( Read more... )

But it does not hate me. It pushes me because it knows I can do better. I should do the same, because I know too I can do so much better than this. Sadly, next year I don't have any more scientific subjects... it is all about legal stuff and economy.... Except the subjects I have to do again, that are about bacteria and plants. And bioprocesses, ( Read more... )

But I feel bad. And I am angry. Because of very stupid reasons. And I don't know if I should hate a teacher or I should hate myself for being such a cry baby.

Anyway, this year is coming to a end and I can try to be better the next one.

Read under your responsibility, you've been warned.

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They crowd my head. Today I saw one of my old school mates onUniversity. Lots of them go to the same University I go, but I rarely
see them around. She was a girl I have always thought dislikes me, but I
don't know the reason. I was walking with my pink hello kitty lunch bag
and she looked at me like saying "please, grow up". She has always
looked at ( Read more... )

I don't understand why someone would want to get drunk. Really, why would someone want to lose control of their acts? I feel afraid of that. I always think what would I do if I was drunk, and if I would be able of remember it, but I don't want to find out. I need to know what I am doing, I need to be in control of myself. I feel scared of being ( Read more... )

( this is somehow dirty, so read under your own responsability )

I want to get away from it but I really can't stop myself from wanting to go back. I don't know why I always get attached to people I meet on the internet, I think it's sad, because I feel that I remember them, I always think about them and wonder how are they doing, and they don't care about me ( Read more... )

You are not tumblr, but you are what I have now. No one reads this so it doesn't matter anyway.

No es que siempre esté deprimida, es solo que cuando no me siento bien escribo...

odio que mi mente juegue conmigo.