Yesterday was not a good day for me.. but it happens at times. It seems all the walls are falling down on me, I feel unhelped, and it makes me sick. I want to make my proper decisions, I want to be happy, but in the end, so much people do not have my chance. Whatever, it's strange because, inside of me, I so feel that nobody or nothing can separate ( Read more... )

Why am I so influenced? I basically do not have the balls to be 5 min. independant and just forget what's happening around me for a while. I finish to cry like a stupid boy and can't get all that shit out of my head. I seriously don't like to be the muppet and adapt myself, but what can I do? It's just the way I am. I hate myself sometimes. Flor, ( Read more... )

I like when a girl smiles at me, it's very sweet.. smiles from girls are always sweeter than men's ones. I like to look at the stars at night, it's beautiful and I always relax. I like to walk under the rain and start to dream, start to consciously think about the best and the worse. I like to project my future, with people I love, people I ( Read more... )

I think i should just stop writing too personal stuff on this journal. Why should I do it anyways... nobody reads it seriously and nobody could even understand it.

See the stone set in your eyes ( Read more... )

Hello my sweet little me.. you know, when I look in your eyes, it makes me cry, I am your baby, you very sweet little baby. I am yours and wouldn't give myself to anyone else on this planet, I woudn't hurt you for all the gold in the world. First time I saw you, I died. First time I touched you, I died again. When you say "I love you", it's over.. ( Read more... )

Do you know how it feels to be... considered. Being involved in the projects of someone. Being important, being loved, being missed. I do not know how many people are thinking about it, but I reckon not much do. But, sometimes, I am surprised. It's a miracle, an incredible feeling, it can be rude or sweet, but will always mean that you represent " ( Read more... )

I hold an image of the ashtray girl. As the cigarette burns on my chest. I wrote a poem that described her world. That put my friendship to the test. And late at night. Whilst on all fours. She used to watch me kiss the floor.

Yes, indeed, today it's been 11 months since I am with my little bird, I love you Florencia. 2 weeks to wait before she comes, and still have a lot of things to do. Yep, life goes on... my work seems.. but just seems to get more interesting as I do have some "serious" touches only after 2 weeks of activity. Nice ( Read more... )

Si hay una cosa que odio... es mi. No suporto esta actitud pelotuda que puedo tener a veces.. me odio tanto en estos momentos.. me parece que estoy haciendo cagadas a proposito cuando todo se pone "mejor" alrededor de mi. Esta actitud de mierda me hace joder con lo mas precioso que tengo en mi vida, y nunca me lo podria perdonar si lo iba a perder ( Read more... )