viernes, 19 de abril de 2013

Me voy, de vacaciones.
me necesito alejar, me voy -- me largo.

llego, cansada
cocino, cansada
no puedo tragar, me dopo.


respiro.







Noticias.
Caos.
agh, Puta.
Ouch.
No.
Lagrimas.
Por QUE?!




lo buscan... siento que es inocente.

ES inocente.

el otro...

lo tienen bajo custodia...


Odio a las personas.

miércoles, 27 de febrero de 2013

I want someone to love me.




That I want to love.

lunes, 18 de febrero de 2013

Foreign To Me

I have reached an unfortunate conclusion. I like people. But I don't. I like them in the way that they are there and they're present-- and conversing and hanging out and sharing with people are by far some of my favorite things to do in general -- but over time, I've realized, I'm not satisfied. I will always find myself feeling stuck with the people that I have , with the situation that I'm in. I find myself yearning somebody that I don't know, a fictitious person who is my entirety, someone I trust but is there for me, someone I don't care too much about, or is overwhelmingly into me.  hopefully the problem is that I don't know them yet.

This isn't the first time this happens... It's not the first time I pick up my phone in hopes of contacting someone but have no one that I want to call. I have people that I care about, and of course people who I can call which I love. But somehow it's just not enough.