speechless...in a good way.

The first one is the worst one,

When it comes to a broken heart,

Your first love, yeah, you're so young,

And you feel like a fallin' star,

There's a fire in the city,

That's burnin' out tonight,

You're breathing but you're barely alive,

The first one is the worst one,

When it comes, when it comes to a broken heart.

Spinnin' like a movie in my head,

I've seen a thousand times,

I've learned to take it hard,

And fall instead

of sittin' safe on the side lines.

Lost days, Pictures fade,

Somehow, you're still miles away,

It's safe to say

Don't really know how, but I ended up finding old comments on my posts from a person that is really cool and she wrote down the lyrics to a song (wizard of oz, right?) and I couldn't agree more, so I'm posting them as well here.

It made my night...

I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led to those who help us most to grow
If we let them, and we help them in return

For fuck's sake! I have to start controlling these thoughts!

I wish I could stop thinking and fall asleep already!

Shit. Well, I'll have to get used to it.

oh, crap. I did something and now I can't undo it...fucking blogspot

I feel empty.

Why would you lie? I mean, if you knew there’s no one that truly gives a crap about what you say, or if it’s true or not, why would you do it? If you know you’re not going to be judged, or don’t care if you ever are, why bother?

Cierro los ojos y veo cosas que me persiguen. Veo imágenes, susurros, sentimientos que había olvidado. Veo gritos queriendo salir de mi boca, dolores que se ocultan tras una sonrisa. Veo palabras que hace mil no escuchaba, y veo palabras que espero -¿que quiero?- escuchar. Veo mis huesos estirarse hasta más no poder. Veo lo que cosas así hacen sobre mi piel. Y sobre todo, veo el cambio del tiempo.

I feel like posting so many lyrics here....

Music is my best friend right now.

Top down in the summer sun
The day we met was like a hit and run
And I still taste it on my tongue
The sky was burning up like fireworks
You made me want you, oh, so bad it hurt

a month ago, i would have found a reason to stay online...

(i wish i could say what's on my mind, but i feel like i can't...not now, not here)

sleep tight, people...i know I will.

Oh, and btw (hahaha, refer to one of my latest posts), I made a mistake when typing "I want you bad"...

Complete me, Mistreat Me

Today, something happened while I was at work...I was talking to a Mary or something like that (that's racist) over the phone and she told me something like "take your time, honey", and I realized that I don't want to be called honey...or sweetie...or darling...or love...in fact, I don't even want to love -or be loved for that matter- in a certain way for a while (I've just typed "whay" and realized it was wrong). I just want to feel that thrill you get sometimes when a kiss, or a touch or whatever makes you feel something tight in your lower back, and you want to stretch your bones in a way that is so physically impossible, and your toes start aching because you're pushing it too far, but it's worth the trouble, and you want to...wait, I'll stop it there.

That being said, good bye.

I want you all tattooed, I want you bad.

Complicate me, Mistreat Me.

I've just realized that i say "by the way" way too many times...

In about five months, I'm out of here....

Here's to giving new things a go for once! Cheers.

Everything's changing :)

g-o f-u-c-k y-o-u-r-s-e-l-f

I hate myself right now...

it's all a matter of attitude and I know it. But I simply can't fake it *anymore*