18 diciembre 2012

End.

Es que ya no me importa...

ya no me importa mucho todo...

Hace poco terminé con mi novio, me siento mejor. Pobre...

Naya me escribió justo cuando estaba en la segunda sesión de mi tatuaje, y curioso escuchaba "The Final" ...y se acabó, aún me duele en el alma, haber terminado todo esto con ella, pero ya no podía más, ya no podía más estar atada a ella, la amo aún, como la he amado siempre, pero ya no había más para ambas... ya no...

Bien, creo, que es muy mio el motivo por el cual me hice este tatuaje. Quedó un poco extraño por el diseño que saqué, pero... no lo sé, como que no me importa, es que me gusta mucho, lo amo y estoy muy orgullosa, le agradezco bastante a Moz por hacerlo, y por sus palabras de esa noche, lo haré, me daré mi lugar.






Me siento...abandonada, pero poco me importa que se queden, es como una enorme apatía a la "lealtad" de la gente. 

Me siento cansada... harta un poco... decepcionada bastante.

Estoy perdida y hundida entre sentimientos que no son míos, he olvidado mucho de mi y lo que yo era, me quiero de regreso. Al menos era yo, miserable pero yo... ahora no sé que soy yo, que partes de mi si son y que partes me han tomado. 




Perdóname Naya, te amo. 

Tu

mi ultima promesa

fuiste tu

y fue para ti...


30 octubre 2012

Rage Girl.

Yes, I'm angry, because she thinks I'll be here for her an eternity, and is true.

I saw born too many children. They are so little, so afraid... unprotected...

Why? Why? Why? (That's our word, Haku's and mine)

I'm so tired, so tired, I want to sleep and sleep and sleep... but it's a kind of tired that sleep can't fix.

I don't want this life. I don't want it.


And I don't like my "boyfriend." I don't enjoy being with him, I don't like his kisses, I don't like his face, I just don't know why I keep being with him.


I hate it.

21 octubre 2012

I miss her.

いつかきっと、話してくれるよね?
someday, you’ll tell me everything, right?
悲しかったこと、辛かったこと、幸せだったこと...全部。
about the sad things, the painful things, the happy things…everything.
いつか、きっと... 
I’m sure, someday

10 octubre 2012

"What do you want actually" (He said...)


People I've lost, If I get them back, will ended fucking me as hell before make me happy.

09 octubre 2012

Eyes.



I'm so tired...

23 septiembre 2012

Missing you :(





People say She loves her in a crazy way, and that makes her the most stupid person because she´s living the same lie once again, but she keeps loving her in that huge way.



I love you like stupid.



You should be happy babe...

19 septiembre 2012

HBD

She didn't say it.

                                                                                          but I still remember her voice, of one year ago~

12 septiembre 2012

Filled with people that are less important than you.

Love, love, love...what is it good for?
.
.
.



To meet your eyes across 10361.069351818887 kilometers.

09 septiembre 2012

Believe.

I'm in love with her life.

I want to die in her.

How you can love someone that much?


Llevatelo todo y quédate conmigo.


Quiero morir de amor por ti.

31 julio 2012

...hasta las alcachofas tienen corazón.

How to start?

Where?...

The thing is, since I don't like people know this side of me, and I need get out of this depression, I'll write here things I don't want everybody know, I have another blog to the life I want people see, is not a lie, but this is the part, I hide behind that smile.

Is good people doesn't know you at all. You don't have to explain everybody what happens to you, and is better just them knows you as the "funny girl" or whatever.

This is the part of me, maybe the real part.

Since she left me, things not get better, get worse maybe. I got a boyfriend days ago, is a good boy, is cute, is romantic, is... kind of handsome?

I know him since I was... 15 maybe? Nothing really relevant, he just loved me in secret and I knew it, we talked just before I finished my studies in preparatory, nothing more than "Hello" he was a friend of my friend, thats why I met him.
We talked again on Facebook, and the same... nothing relevant, till I invited him to my Uncle´s wedding... and we kissed and everything started... "I deserve a chance" I said to myself.
I like to be with him, is funny... he likes books and museums, things I like... but even he said it "Your heart is like a potato" "I hope someday you get this words in your rock heart" things like that...

I always have been like this, be romantic is not... my type, but I tried some with the red haired, and I loved it... everything was perfect with her, all natural of me, nothing forced.

This is going in a good way with him. Is something new, not something to "replace"

I've modeling in some things, with friends, with people who I don't know but them are so glad that I worked with them, it's funny... I like it.

I go to the hospital with my father, he has cancer, and I thing i'm weak enough to die with him. Hard days come.

I miss her, and sometimes I lose control. Time. Time...

21 julio 2012

23 junio 2012

No, I'M NOT FINE.







Oh, and my Dad has cancer... and I need you, I fucking need you!

07 junio 2012

He.

“If you want to cry, then cry. Decide by yourself whether you are important or not. Even if other people value you, nobody can do anything for you. Ultimately, it’s your problem so if you live without regrets, then over time I think that your problems would disappear."




— Kyo- (Dir en grey)