We sit and dream of better days

"Thoughts are the shadows of feeling, always darker, emptier, and simpler.

I don't care if they're fake or real. I just thank them for showing up at all.

I have black periods. ( Who does not?)
But they are not a part of me; they are not a part of illness, (but a part of my being. )
What am I saying? I have the courage to have them !

Four o' clock in the morning.

This sucks."

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No es que me identifique en este momento, queda claro, pero es necesaria (muchas veces ).

Remember when we were such fools, & so convinced, & just too cool.
I wish i could touch you again, i wish i could still call you a friend; i'd give anything.

I'll keep you locked in my head, until we meet again..

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I'm not here for your entertainment !

Que manera de andar estropeando el corazón

kjasfasjf, concha, me arte te estudiar filósofos, jajaja. Pero bueno, para mi que Parménides estaba equivocado, al decir 'el no ser, no es' estas diciendo que existe, viste. Mejor callate la boca, no me importa que hables de un plano metafísico, ni que nada, sabés? Volvé a primaria (? ah na que ve xD ajaja. En fin, Parménides sos cualquiera, Heráclito corazón ♥ .

Y así es, tal y como dijiste que tenía que ser. Los dos vamos a olvidarnos de la brisa.

Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to leave it all behind?

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I can't take my eyes off of you

ill never get over it, but im gonna try

Hello there, how you doing? I've got all these thoughts just floating though my brain, they bump and they collide and cause a flurry of confusion, and it's getting on my nerves. I try to hold myself together, fighting off this mental weather; when i can (sometimes i do ). But this shit storm's never ending, and the atmospheric pressure's calling for rain.

This is what i've got going on, this is where i belong tonight.

I try to mediate between this constant tug-of-war machine, but wind up in a neverending game of telephone. There's so much going on, and i just need seven minutes to calm myself back down.

Now i forgot where i was.
Was it me we were talking about?

This is what i've feared from the start:
*I keep falling apart !

I can't stand the thought of losing sentences and every island of word ( I can't stand the thought of losing everything I ever thought that I knew.)

This is where I run out of words, that describe how i'm so damn hurt.
This is where I fumble and fold, and take what Ii'm told.
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*A ver, ¿ahi tipeo bien? jajajaj.

Fuera de estación

Nunca las dos cosas juntas, no.

Close your eyes

Viste que cuando te haces la que todo está bien, todo asi; al final, te lo terminas creyendo. Pero las mentiras no duran toda la vida, llega un momento en el que descubris que te estas engañando a vos misma. Y ahi es cuando te das cuenta de que tocaste fondo, es decir. ¿Hay algo más patético que mentirse a uno mismo? No lo creo.
Acabo de leer un flog que dice, en ingles, algo como : 'en la vida hay momentos en los que no pienso en vos, y es en esos momentos en los que soy feliz'. Bueno, no es mi caso. Aunque se diferenciar la felicidad de la alegría, cosa que mucha gente no sabe.