sad and nervous...doesnt know what is going to happen...what i've been planning for a whole month is breaking down in my face...pleasure brought pain...love brought disapprouval...feels like we're doing everything wrong, but I cant think of a better way to make it...
I'm tired of all this bullshit, of having to hide, of doing everything in the dark where no one can talk (which is absolutely false...cause there's always someone that can talk)
I'm so tired of ...everything, I wish I could go away, run and be for once in my life, myself.
I'm so sorry, because I involved a lot of people, especially one who had nothing to do and who has shown and proved to be an excelent friend, Im so sorry. Im really sorry, because sometimes I have this feeling of using you, and thats not right.
I just need to think a little bit and to try to fix it. Chin up.
De todos los sentimientos
Expandidos por el viento
Solo traspasan mi alma
Esos que rayan su calma
Sobre los cielos abiertos
Por mil futuros inciertos
En las horas de silencio.
Rezo por si Dios existe
Antes de ponerme triste
Contando con que la vida
Invierta su perspectiva
O sólo tendré un futuro
Negro, cerrado y oscuro
...mi mente crea sus propios problemas y
me veo obligada a desenredar algo que yo misma creé...
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario