I don't fucking know what to do. I can't fight with them because I'm weak, I'm alone, and I'm so fucking insane. Before all this shit I was fine. Well, actually I don't know if I was TOTALLY fine (in fact, I think that I was in my worst depression after breaking up with an idiot who only thought about shagging with virgins) but I don't want to be like I'm now. I'm feeling like the girl who is always in the middle, always the second one and that's pure shit. I don't look for the mess, it just find me. Everything makes me feel like I'm just a little slut that doesn't know what to do with her own life, just do drugs and fuck everything that moves. I hate myself, everything is shit and all I can do is... feel it.
lunes, 17 de enero de 2011
I don't fucking know what to do. I can't fight with them because I'm weak, I'm alone, and I'm so fucking insane. Before all this shit I was fine. Well, actually I don't know if I was TOTALLY fine (in fact, I think that I was in my worst depression after breaking up with an idiot who only thought about shagging with virgins) but I don't want to be like I'm now. I'm feeling like the girl who is always in the middle, always the second one and that's pure shit. I don't look for the mess, it just find me. Everything makes me feel like I'm just a little slut that doesn't know what to do with her own life, just do drugs and fuck everything that moves. I hate myself, everything is shit and all I can do is... feel it.
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- Hola. Me llamo Marina y este es mi blog. Me gustan las hamacas, la gente que anda en skate, el envoltorio de los medicamentos, la gente con sombreros cejas grandes y bigotes. Me gustan las gotas de agua atrapadas en telarañas. Me gusta ponerme toda mi ropa a la vez, me gusta la gente que no sonrie nunca. Y me gusta la gente que sonrie. Me gusta el pelo que crece para siempre, amo la comida. En cierta manera, me gusta todo. Hasta lo mas pequeño, lo mas raro, lo menos especial, lo mas particular. Me gustan las cosas que me gustan, pero me gusta todo. Te puede gustar algo de muchas formas, porque incluso las peores cosas me gustan. Me gustan tantas cosas que me hacen sentir que puedo volar. Sé cómo hacer para volar todos los días, pero hay muchas personas que no entienden de eso. No se a que se refieren con "cosas que odio". Odio los zapatos, odio la gente que cambia de tono de voz cuando dice algo importante. Odio mis muslos, odio la guerra. Odio la ropa que se pega, odio los grifos que gotean. Pero en cierta manera tambien me gustan los grifos que gotean. Odio las invitaciones, odio las radios. Odio esto. Chau.
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Eso es ser adolescente.
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