not all broken things must be mended

Pointless arguments Unnecesary drama. Vicious emptiness Of voices crying silence. The rotten inside me is eating me alive What’s been broke and dragged off me (has) Left me behind. I am new at moving on I am strong as my mind let me be. I am new at standing brave I got cold and lay still. Strong paranoia Imaginary facts In the middle of nowhere Falling apart. The rotten inside me is eating me alive What’s been broke and dragged off me (has) Left me behind.

Some things are better off written. I am walking almost too sure into a dead alley. No possible way out through, so I better go back, and that implies this, memories, feelings. I was hurt, and that is a fact. One that is oh! So hard to admit, yet obvious to anyone with eyes and ears. I love you in a strong color red, that moves and changes in all of its shades. I miss you. But YOU, it's a word so simple and so inaccurate. The next sentence is a bit narcissist yet the most precise; I miss what you made me feel. You made me feel protected and in company when I did not want to be alone, and even when I wanted it you'd given me space and made me feel strong.You complimented me and I believed those silly lovable words. That you can only think that someone deeply corny or in love could bring them up in a conversation. I miss laughing by the stupidest subjects. I miss the warmth of your arms in the cold days. I miss the calls before sleeping, I miss that you never forget to say you loved me before you hang up the phone. I miss you thought of me as your friend and told me everything, even the hard things. I miss the kindness, the hopeful and naïve conversations about the future. I miss to feel special. I miss the things that are unable to express with words. I miss being a child around you. I guess I do miss, you.

Pensieve. (:

Dead, dead in the core, Lost, lost in the way. Moving in circles, drawing the end.

Melancolía constitutiva.

You're not close, not even near. (To a poet, First Aid Kit)

Bovary

Reviewing concepts of the strangest words.
Rewriting whole paragraphs because sometimes is more than a need to correct what has been said, but that does not mean regret, or it does?
… So I hope I’m back, kinda back.
Unable to speak but in codes, in analysis.
I have been missing the hysterical emptiness, the unfulfilled dreams, the awareness un unhappiness that makes you think you are an outcast, stupid thought in a world like this huh, I am living an amazing life and I have nothing to complain, but perhaps I could be able to express my mind out.
Let’s make it alive in a way I do not have any knowledge about anyone reading this, in a way of some sort of missing information that could have my paranoid complex in an easy simple calm sort of state .
God bless us all.

I'm doin' good.

Feliz día para mi hermana Sandybelle!

Todavía me acuerdo de la clase de matemáticas 2 que no nos gustaba mucho y empezamos a platicar, ya que a ambas nos gustaba Within Temptation y lo que era mejor, podíamos cantar sus canciones, todo lo demás se dio por añadidura y convicción de conservar la mejor amistad en años.

Soy muy afortunada de celebrar a mi amiga que es como mi hermana en su cumpleaños, te adoro Sandybelle, disfruta el viaje!!!!

Happy Birthday Sweetheart! :)


Merci par tout!!!

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This is my B side.

Trying hard not to be the one I hate so much.
The selfish possessive brat you knew sometimes.
I guess I'm doing well at drowning id.

Wanting to make the songs I want to hear.
Feeling overestimated by some opinions.
And so very less considered by others.

Such a little ache and the yelling is exhaustive
Such a little thing to give and yet extraordinary
Such a little chat and it's the most impressive way to get close.
Surrounded by the odds.

What's the choice.

IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. :)

It means a lot to me

Undisclosed desires on my mind.
What else is there on my ears.
So-alled-chaos on my throat.
So special on my heart.
And you on my skin.

Music makes you feel...

And when you wonder a little harder than usual you become an effing idealist.
I don't know shit.

Remember the small things she sings.

Si yo tuviera a Woody Allen enfrente le agarraria los cachetes, su peloncita y le daria un fuerte abrazo.

Yesterday was such a great day.
The nice gift, the right one.
And a very happy not so loud me.
I'm loving it.
And so loving him.

I'm not a big fan of reading corny yet romantic sentences.
I guess I'm not liking a single word I'm writing.
If you're reading love... I would just say that you know, you know.


Adoring you, liebe.

Why I could not understand. At the least of intentions, aware of the itchy directions.



Don't get confused, you're not your looks.

The fabrication of the last impression should be more important for the ordinary you/me/us.

Jugar

A veces es divertido tratar de regresar, pero solo como un juego, a manera de recuerdo.

Estaba jugando con una pagina, que me cambio el pelo, los ojos y esas cosas, cuando crezca mi cabello me lo te;ire otra vez.


Short entrance. Ya que estoy revisando unas pruebas.

Saludos.

All those beautifull people

En estos dias he estado inmersa en emociones que solo el arte puede brindar.

Hold on, I'll make you last for a while in a picture that comes along with the torn of the heart you once knew, and the tears, those you filled in the dreams that I had, that I wanted to keep on believing, at once, at hundred.


Lots of yadayadayada. I shall sleep again, To my only reader. Can't wait to see you today Miss. Delaru. :)

I am reading this book I should have read years ago and I would had understood a lot of idioms from this teacher that at a time spoke like the one from 'Peanuts'.

Already missing you.

My words can't make a sentence.

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You're the butter to my bread.