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.