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Get your fucking feet back on the ground !
Me hacen minimamente más feliz, al carajo con todo.

24 de Enero del 2009.

El cumpleaños más feliz en como 3 años.

Noche de 23 de enero con mi gordo ^^ hasta las 12 . Regalos. 24 de enero a la mañana, más regalos. ZAPATOS PARUOLO OH POR DIOS. A la tarde, vino la mujer sexy que esta a la derecha de la foto a mi casa. A las 9 y media de la noche vino otra vez el gordi :B. A las 11 me fui a Hard Rock con la famlia. A las 12.30 me cantaron el feliz cumpleaños aunque ya habia pasado (?) A la 1 me fui a lo de la mujer y después a un bar por ahí. Y mas tarde volvi a mi casa jaj. En resumen gracias a todos, los que se acordaron y me llamaron - o intentaron ajaj -, o me dejaron un mensaje por facebook, fotolog, msn, myspace, o whatever.
paulette cumplió 17.

Im sorry

It's been a long time since I give my heart away to some soulless creature - I think that maybe it was stolen, but never mind -, and it have not been returned yet. So, I wanted to say that I am sorry, very sorry. I cannot give you what I do not possess. I'm empty. I cannot give you what you ask. And it hurts, you know? Because I want it, and I want you so bad.

Tic tac

Time Is Running Out - Muse

I think I'm drowning
Asphyxiated
I wanna break this spell
That you've created
You're something beautiful
A contradiction
I wanna play the game
I want the friction

You will be the death of me
Yeah, you will be the death of me

Bury it,
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

And our time is running out
And our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out

I wanted freedom,
Bound and restricted
I tried to give you up
But I'm addicted
Now that you know I'm trapped,
Sense of elation
You'd never dream of
Breaking this fixation

And you will squeeze the life out of me

Bury it,
I won't let you bury it
I won't let you smother it
I won't let you murder it

Our time is running out
But our time is running out
You can't push it underground
You can't stop it screaming out
How did it come to this?

Un día en Belgrano

16:00 hs. en Blanco Encalada y Cabildo? Ok. 133. Llego, HOLA BOLUDO :D, Multiplex Belgrano. Jaja, que loca que soy ya es la 3º vez que veo esta pelicula del *rto. Hola, si, dos entradas para crepúsculo de las 16:30? No, disculpe, está cancelada hasta el sábado. (Tres letras: T K B). La puta que te pasdkkdskdamk. Che y si vemos Australia?(Paw). Uh boloda es verdad *cara de enfermo total*(Matias). Dos entradas para australia per fever. TENGO DOS POR UNO BANCÁ LOCO :D. 18:40 hs ! Qué hacemos en dos horas y media?. Whatever el sol me quema corramos a la sombra. TUTUTUTUTU(8). No se vamos al verguer. Ok. AIRE! Una paso de los toros grande. Papas. PACMAN omfg. Hablar con teclado (pero sin teclado). Equisde ;) (seña Yoh). Cine. Vamos a atrás o adelante? Pero yo quiero hablar y adelante no podemos hablar. Pero atrás no se ve nada. Bueno ok vamos adelante. Pero hay mucha gente. Bueno vamos atràs ! Uh pero se ve re mal. BUENO VAMOS ADELANTE. El nativo. OH POR DIOS OH POR DIOS OH POR DIOS OH POR DIOS Hug Jackman OH POR DIOS OH POR DIOS OH POR DIOS OH POR DIOS.(etcétera) No me acuerdo nada màs por ahora, pero boludo, PACMAN AJAJ, hablar con señas by teclado imaginario SUPER ENFERMOS , que genial. Ahora me comí la vida y mi panza agoniza.
PD:No supe nada de vos en todo el día. Necesito verte y hablarte ya. Si mañana no te veo rompo todo Gastón.

Insomnia

"You make me feel like a villain in a melodrama — twirling my mustache while I try to steal some poor girl’s virtue."

¿Qué carajo me pasa? Dios, noche sin sueños ni pesadillas, tampoco sin dormir ! Esto está llendo demasiado lejos. Estoy muy sacada y no entiendo que está pasando por mi cabeza. En fin, me levanté temprano, subí al colectivo y me fui para piano, que, por suerte, me bajó un poco el temperamento. Hace mil años no iba, y colgué hablando con lau de películas de la década pasada y de libros. Tengo que ver y leer mil cosas ! Ahora espero que se conecte el sir matías para ver la película por 3° vez, no me gusta tanto pero whatever, tengo dos por uno :D . Au revoir

Anesthetics

10 días para mi cumple si, si, si.

[...]" Meaningless. All of it was meaningless. My very existence was meaningless.
The whole world was meaningless.
My forehead pressed against my knees, and I wondered how much longer I would be able to stand this. Maybe it was hopeless. Maybe, if my attempt was doomed to failure anyway, I sould stop torturing my self and just go back...
The idea was so powerful, so healing - like the words contained a strong anesthetic, washing away the mountain of pain I was burried under - that it made me gasp, made me dizzy.
I could leave now, I could go back.
Her face, always behing the lids of my eyes, smiled at me.
It was a smile of welcome, of forgiveness, but it did not have the effect my subconscious probably intended it to have.
Of course I could not go back. What was my pain, after all, in comparison with her happiness? She sould be able to smile, free from fear and danger. Free from a longing for a soulless future. She deserved better than that. She deserved better than me. When she left this world, she would go to a place that was forever barred to me, no matter how I conducted myself here.
The idea of that final separation was so much more intense than the pain I alerady had. My body shook with it. When she went on to a place where she belonged and I never could, I wuld not linger here blind. There must be oblivion. There must be relief.
That was my hope, but there were no guarantees. To sleep, perchance to deam. Ay, there's the rub, I quoted myself. Even when I was ash, would I somehow still feel the torture of her loss?
I shuddered again.
And, damn it, I'd primised. I'd promised her that I wouldn't haunt her life again, bring my black demons into it. I wasn`t going back into my word. Couldn't I do anything right by her? Anything at all?
The idea of returning to the cloudy little town that would always be my true home on this planet snaked through my thoughts again.
Jus to check. Just to see that she's well and safe and happy. Not to interfere. She would never know I was there...
No. Damn it, no. "[...]

Cheating Dreams

"Of course I was bad. Wasn`t I rejoicing now, that she thought better of me than I deserved? If I were a good person, I would have stayed away from her."

Desupés de varias semanas, volví a levantarme tarde por al misma razón. Otra vez esos sueños estúpidos que no quiero tener y me dejan con la conciencia sucia toda la tarde! ¿Culpa?. Prece que mi boca dice que quiere una cosa y mi cabeza otra, aunque sea en sueños. Basta ya.

El amor de mi vida :

Hannah.
Sos mio y de nadie más - aunque me muerdas sin razón. Insanity ..

Welcome to my head !

Bienvenido a mi cabeza ! Soy totalmente una newbie en esto; se me ocurrió crearme una cuenta por la simple razón de que a veces leo, escucho, pasan y pienso cosas que me gustaría registrar en algun lado, además de en papeles que terminan tirados por ahí, archivos que me olvido que existen o simplemente en mi cabeza. El blog parece algo más organizado. Esto lo hago para mi propia satisfacción, pero si sos otra persona bienvenido seas, no muerdo mucho.